Kat
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Have you ever felt alone? Not just alone, alone, but totally, utterly, completely alone? Like no one else in the entire world even knows you exist, or would give a shit what happened to you if they did? I have. Hell, that's practically my life story to the letter. I used to know people though, and people knew me. We talked, we laughed, we cried, we did all the things normal people do in polite society. Except the society I grew up in wasn't all that polite, and if you knew me or half the shit I've done it wouldn't take an overly active imagination to figure out how I ended up here.
Alone.
Cold, that was the first sensation registered by my flagging senses, eyes contracting shut to blink away the white glare that abruptly flooded my vision. I tried to think, my thoughts lost in a haze behind a myriad of more pressing anxieties gradually churning their way to the surface. Where was I? Was I alone? Who was with me? Why was I so damn cold? The answers eluded me, all I could do for now was feel and process. I swallowed and tried to speak, but all I managed was a pathetic whimper that was half way between a whisper and a gasp. My eyes hurt, like someone had rubbed sand in them.
****, why do my eyes burn...?
I tried to move a hand towards my face, but I couldn't move.
What the ****?
My pulse spiked and I tried again, nothing but the dull clap of metal on metal echoed through the room as I put all my effort behind trying to move just one hand.
Damn it, this really shouldn't be this hard! I've done it a million times.
So why can't I do it now?
It took my brain a second or two to put things together, but I was pretty sure I had this all pegged from the second I felt that gut wrenching feeling of immobility... I just didn't want to fess up to it yet. I craned my neck awkwardly, trying to get a sense for my surroundings. My eyes roamed the ceiling, tracing the lines in the tiles as far as was humanly possible for me to do so before they drifted along the wall, searching for any clues as to my whereabouts. But it was all the same monotone shade of white surrounding me.
My heart hammered in my chest as I finally managed a moment of lucidity amid the growing sense of dread coiled deep in my gut. "H-h-he-help..." Talking damn near hurt, my words fading with a rasping breath. Shit, how long had I been like this?
Tangible fear gripped my groggy mind as I renewed the attempts to move my extremities, even if I already knew it would be a vain struggle. The skin on my wrists and ankles chaffed against the cruel embrace of the binds holding me in place, and no matter how hard I tugged, pulled or squirmed there was just no budge in the restraints. A look of naked panic materialized in my expression as I fought to hold back the pitiful sob building in my chest.
"Someone!" Screaming turned out to be a terrible idea. My throat felt raw and my words came out hoarse, but I forced them anyway. Someone had to be out there. Someone had to hear me... I hoped. "Anyone! Help!"
Alone.
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Cold, that was the first sensation registered by my flagging senses, eyes contracting shut to blink away the white glare that abruptly flooded my vision. I tried to think, my thoughts lost in a haze behind a myriad of more pressing anxieties gradually churning their way to the surface. Where was I? Was I alone? Who was with me? Why was I so damn cold? The answers eluded me, all I could do for now was feel and process. I swallowed and tried to speak, but all I managed was a pathetic whimper that was half way between a whisper and a gasp. My eyes hurt, like someone had rubbed sand in them.
****, why do my eyes burn...?
I tried to move a hand towards my face, but I couldn't move.
What the ****?
My pulse spiked and I tried again, nothing but the dull clap of metal on metal echoed through the room as I put all my effort behind trying to move just one hand.
Damn it, this really shouldn't be this hard! I've done it a million times.
So why can't I do it now?
It took my brain a second or two to put things together, but I was pretty sure I had this all pegged from the second I felt that gut wrenching feeling of immobility... I just didn't want to fess up to it yet. I craned my neck awkwardly, trying to get a sense for my surroundings. My eyes roamed the ceiling, tracing the lines in the tiles as far as was humanly possible for me to do so before they drifted along the wall, searching for any clues as to my whereabouts. But it was all the same monotone shade of white surrounding me.
My heart hammered in my chest as I finally managed a moment of lucidity amid the growing sense of dread coiled deep in my gut. "H-h-he-help..." Talking damn near hurt, my words fading with a rasping breath. Shit, how long had I been like this?
Tangible fear gripped my groggy mind as I renewed the attempts to move my extremities, even if I already knew it would be a vain struggle. The skin on my wrists and ankles chaffed against the cruel embrace of the binds holding me in place, and no matter how hard I tugged, pulled or squirmed there was just no budge in the restraints. A look of naked panic materialized in my expression as I fought to hold back the pitiful sob building in my chest.
"Someone!" Screaming turned out to be a terrible idea. My throat felt raw and my words came out hoarse, but I forced them anyway. Someone had to be out there. Someone had to hear me... I hoped. "Anyone! Help!"
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