Journal #3 Captive

I woke from my forced sleep to a dark and lonely room. Shivers went up and down my spine with an eerie feeling of someone watching me. After I really comprehended what was going I frantically began to try and move. That is when I realized my hands were tied behind my back. The old rusty wire that bound my hands together rubbed away at my skin without mercy. I then felt the tears rolling down my face. Soon I felt my throat began to be sore and realized I was screaming. I felt my head spinning and my body become weak. After what seemed like hours of pacing I finally fell to the ground like a ton of bricks. As I lay their feeling completely defeated, the tears finally stopped and the scream become a moan then fell to silence. Soon after I completely stopped moving, lights brighter than the sun flashed on. Everywhere I looked I saw the bright white lights. They burned my eyes and made me start to cry again, and yet I could not close my eyes. They felt as if they were glued open. When I finally adjusted to the light I could see I was in a all concrete black room with one black chair. An intercom came on and man’s voice greeted me with a creepy yet inviting hello. He went as far as to ask how I was doing. I was not sure if I was supposed to answer so I sat their in silence. I realized that I was supposed to answer when he screamed the question at me again. I then cried and mumbled "I'm fine". I have no idea why I said I was fine because I was obviously not. From my head ache, to my bleeding wrists, and my aching stomach, I was not fine. Then I heard a door open and looked around frantically. I spotted the door and saw the large figure of a man. As soon as he stepped into the light, I heard my alarm go off. That is when I woke up.