All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Trapped
I woke up. Tired. Bones ache. I have no clue where I am. I can’t see anything. It is just dark, blackness. The lights come on, one by one. It is blinding. A figure comes out. It is walking slowly. Step by step he is coming closer. He stepped into the light. I got a good look at him.
He was older like thirty, muscle ripped, and very angry looking.
“ Remember me?” he said. Then yesterday’s memories came back, he captured my, dragged me down in his basement and captured me. Now I am here. “ What don’t want to talk? Fine I don’t need to talk to you.” he waited, for a half of a second, “ What? Are you too good for me?” he screamed, “Do you think that you can just not talk to me? Well I am in charge here not you!” he screamed. His entire face turned red. He was breathing heavy. His fists were clenched.
“It’s ok, I can calm down now. Don’t worry I won’t snap. I'll chill.” I was still not going to speak, he didn't deserve it. “ You think that you can just ignore me, you don’t even notice me! I notice you though, I watch you all the time. And you don’t even notice me! Not even one glance!” then he turned around and walked away. The door shuts.
I get up now. I am chained by the foot. I can’t get loose no matter hard I pull. It is locked in hard. My foot can’t squeeze through. I curl my head back and scream. I scream and scream and scream. I have given up now. The I just sit on the ground and cry now. I have giving up. So I cry, like the little weakling I am. The lights come off. I try to feel around for a good place to lie down. My hands feel something hard, and rotten. Its a bone! I jerk my hands away from it.
I guess that's what happened to the last person here died. The worst part about it is I think that it will happen to me too.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.