Chapter 1

Chapter 1- Holding Room 402

“Let me out!” I screamed, my throat burning from days of doing so, I’ve probably been locked up in this glass box for four wretched days. And all I know is this glass box in a pitch black room. All I’ve slept on is the cot set in the middle of the inferior box, and all I’ve eaten is the poison prison food that makes me want to throw up, except for in the morning when they give me cereal and an apple, which is given to me by a rather deep-rooted looking man with a petite white beard and a lab coat, who looks as though he couldn’t hurt a fly but yet he put me in this container, didn’t he?

I pulverized my hands against the glass in pure frustration, “I can’t remember anything, I don’t even know my own name!” I’ve gotten into the habit of talking to myself, yeah, it may sound a little insane but being in a box all alone put a dent into my brain, “why can’t I remember?” I burst into tears and threw my head in my bruised, from hammering on the glass, hands, not knowing anything about myself, about my past, about anything; it was too much for me! I guess I am insane…

Moments later I continued beating my swollen and busted hands on the heavy, most likely sound proof glass and screaming in a cracked voice, then the old man in the lab coat came to drop off food, I pressed my tear stained unhealthy looking face desperately against the glass, “wait!” I commanded, and to my surprise he did do, he looked at me with understanding eyes, “yes, my dearest?”

“Who am I?” the words came out and filled the air with wonderment and hesitation.

“You are the one they have been looking for.” With that, he placed my food in a slot and strolled away.

“Wait, wait!” I said with more desperation instead of force, I wouldn’t let him go; I couldn’t let him go what did he mean by that, he didn’t even answer my question fully, there must be more. I must know more!

“All I wanted was a name,” I whispered to myself, I quickly shoved the mash potatoes, ham and green beans down my throat, then drained the water slowly letting it heal my scratchy throat.

“There has to be a way out of here…” I took the tray which I was eating on and examined it, with no thoughts I jammed it into the glass, nothing happened. I stared intensively at the glass commanding it to break it had to break! “Break, god damn it! “To my astonishment the glass did I wishes, small remnants of the glass rain down upon me, too small to make any real damage, but I still ducked underneath my cot, soon after the all the glass had fallen there was an ear splitting alarm fallowed by a robotic women saying, “Warning, warning there has been a possible escape in room 402, gas will be released in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…” I started to make a run for it but before I could get outside the shatter remains of the box that once contained me a green mist was starting to fill the oppressive air I ran over to my cot to try to cover my mouth with a blanket, but half way there I fell to the ground. I started coughing uncontrollably and then lights out.

Reviews

[Arielle Ann]

wow...terrific read...cant understand what will be the end or beginning, or whether this is the middle /start..but it seems like some sort of a prison within the girl's mind...waiting for the trailing pages...do write soon !