Be Careful, Don't Die

Darkness. It's all I can see. Wait, can you see darkness? I'm not sure. Come to think of it, I'm not sure of anything. I stand up slowly, a dull pain constantly throbbing in the back of my head. I look around in a hopeless attempt to see my surroundings. Nothing.

With my arms held out in front of me like some kind of weird zombie, I walk forward. After about three steps my hand hit something. Cool metal. Keeping my hand in the wall I walk to my left.

A box. I'm in a small, metal box. I sit down and draw my knees to my chest. Yep, just chillin out in me box. I have little to no sense of time but after what must be about ten minutes the box shudders.

A piercing screech fills the air. Slowly, with much noise, the box begins to rise. I jump to my feet, nearly face planting in the process, and struggle to gain my balance.

With a hand on the wall to steady my self I pound on the walls. Screaming. Screaming louder than ever before in my life. I think. I can't remember my life before. I can't remember anything. My earliest memory is waking up in this box.