No Escape
I closed my eyes and let the darkness take me.
My eyes fluttered open. The groggy haze of sleep lifted slowly from my mind as I woke up. My skin was kissed by the cold lips of sterile metal pressed against my skin as I lay on the floor. The harsh light from the single lightbulb in the centre of the room blinded my eyes as I took in my surroundings. The strange room I currently inhabited was empty, save for a wide black door on the far side of the room. I groggily sat up, wiping the sleep dust from my eyes, wondering where I was and how I got here in the first place. I pushed myself with effort off the floor, and blearily stood up, my black boots slipping slightly on the polished steel. I instinctively brushed off my clothes, my jagged and bitten nails snagging the fabric. I flicked my hair out of my eyes, feeling the overgrown fringe that needed to be cut desperately. Any longer and it would cover my vision entirely. A sudden beep coming from my wrist cut through the silence and echoed off the smooth walls. A digital wrist watch decorated my wrist. The luminous clock face read exactly 6:00.32. I walked unsteadily towards the large door and reached for the handle.
…show more content…
Who was I? Where was I? And more importantly, why couldn't I remember anything? I tried to answer these questions, but it was like playing a game of Fill In The Blanks without having any knowledge on the topic. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to remember something. Anything. But there was nothing. Not even a name. My feeling of frustration grew stronger and stronger until I punched the wall out of anger. But through the throbbing pain of my knuckles, I remembered something strange. You have six hours to escape this game. It was just one sentence. I hit the wall again, in the hope of remembering another piece of information. But all I got was red raw knuckles. However, those eight words were enough for me. I now had a goal to complete at
and it brought me to a apartment building’ its walls were cracked and there seemed to be no doors on their hinges, out of nowhere someone grabs me and I start to struggle to get loose but it 's to late they have knocked me out. I’ve woke up laying on a tattered up old looking bed, my feet were freezing
The once starry night now resembled a cluster of tiny white smudges engulfed by a grim lifeless mass. Just as my eyes were fully shut, I heard a distant yell, followed by a woman 's piercing shriek. My last thought, “What is happening to me.” “We need to evacuate the building.” “Wake the girl, we have to move, NOW.”
The alarm clock stared me down as the time flashed like a warning signal. Each beep makes me more anxious and I kick the sheets off in a panic. Although the loss of power is not alarming, I suddenly realized how alone I now was. I could not walk down the hall and have someone to talk to. I could not wake someone up for the sake of company because no one could relate to my surroundings anymore.
His feet pounded down onto the blood-stained floor, his stomps ricocheting around the desolate hallway. All around him lights flared and sirens shrieked endlessly, a visual symphony to accompany his impending doom. Shadows encapsulated every part of the room, yet his eyes still darted around, attempting to find any sign of the incoming danger. He sprinted into the confined box of the elevator, the walls around him hugging him close, as if to say he would be safe here. He slammed his hands against the flickering buttons, drops of blood sliding down the metal as he punched it again and again.
The Darkness He stretched out his hand and grabbed the old beat up bronze doorknob. The freezing knob sent chills up his spine, the door creaked open and he was immediately hit with a putrid smell that traveled through his nostrils and then in his mouth leaving him with an acerbis taste. Every screeching step he took into the room made him cautiously glance over his shoulder, soon enough he noticed that the grey dusty floor had footprints from the high top converse he was wearing.
For the rest of the night, I didn’t sleep. Shadows lurched around the pale, cream walls of my bedroom. Outside trees struck my window, making scratching noises that mirrored the emotional turmoil that ensued in my head. My breaths became hot and
Deep in the night, there is so much life. But tonight, there is one lost person, one lost man, one lost soul. He wanders along a dark path, one without return. His setting surrounds him with darkness, a deep mystery with no one way out, no one exit and no one escape. But, many sights direct towards him, beaming down at him, watching his every move.
I had awoken on a dusty bus stop bench near a busy street corner at dawn. Blinding white light singed my eyes and I could see only pale shadows of people busily passing me. I felt a dull ache in my skull. "Why do I do this to myself?" I sat up slowly and set my quivering feet to the ground.
“No turning back now,” I said to myself. I slowly made my way through the black cave, when I suddenly heard a voice. “Who enters my cave? The seaweed was there to keep you out!” called a voice from inside the cave.
The sirens distinct tune followed me as I ran, the loud screeching music closed in on me like walls in a small room. I firmly grasped my candy bar as I turned down a forgotten alley way flooded with smoke smells. My worn shoes were not ready for such a sharp and last minute panic turn, almost diving into a puddle of recently used cigarette butts, I pulled my top heavy body back up to it’s original and close to vertical form and continue my fast paced journey in the night. My journey only lasted a short while before I heard the cop car’s sticky tires scream and slide across the alley’s old and cracked pavement and quickly accomplishes the sharp turn into the narrow alley.
As I lay in my bed upset about a previous break-up with a box of tissues beside me, I jumped up quickly and said to myself, “It’s time for a change”. All of the anger and rage I had built inside me was ready to be released. I thought to myself, “What would be the best way to show this new me?” and that is when the silver, sparkling nose stud popped into my head. When I asked my mom, she was confused and said, “Since when did you want to get a hole in your face?”
After a few minutes of panicking I look to shore to find a wave of uncertainty crash upon me as I realize nothing on the shore looks familiar anymore. As I tread in the ocean gasping for air I say a few word to the man upstairs asking for help. After that I don’t remember much. Drifting in and out, one or two glances up into the day sky before my eyes closed and I drifted into the dark void of unconsciousness. Luckily somehow I didn’t sink to the bottom of the ocean and as I gradually came to I felt a brush of sand across my back like a homemade wool sweater.
The sunsets were too bright to keep my dorm dark. With the choices narrowed down to three options, I heard a knocking over my music. Pausing the chorus, I crouched to see through the peephole and saw my Natural Helper. Opening the door, I tilted my head down, suddenly entranced by the top of my shoes. As he spoke, I muttered quiet responses, half listening, half considering my curtains.
At this moment, I am staring at a white plain ceiling, willing myself to stay calm. As the anesthesiologist asks me random questions about myself, I suddenly have the taste of metal in my mouth and my ears start to ring. The voices in the room get further away and there is no longer anything but
Soon the unbearable pressure started to crush the air that was still in my lungs. As I sank to the bottom motionlessly I tried to reach out to grasp something, anything, but there was nothing, I was blinded by darkness and beyond that fear. Abruptly, I woke up to a jolt, surging throughout my body looking as if I had been defibrillated. The water still in my lungs from drowning shot out like a fire hose, followed by a sequence