Arrival
958 Words
Rayon.
Time is running out.
Save them. Escape.
Wake up, Rayon. Save Thomas.
Rayon... WAKE UP!
My eyes shot open with a gasp. Where am I, I ask myself. It's so dark. I quickly sit up, which was a bad first choice of movement. As soon as I lift my head, a wave of sickness courses through my stomach. My name is Rayon. The thought repeats over and over in my head. Rayon? That's an uncommon name.
I lift my hand up to feel my face damp face. The air was cool, regardless of the fact that my shirt clung to me from the limitless amount of random sweat... or was it just undried water? My hand travels to my hair. My hair felt soft, not silky soft but moisturized type of soft. I grab a strand with my forefingers, slightly pull on it, and let it go. The strand bounces back. Curls, I think, my hair is curly.
My mouth felt oddly wet so i wipe it with my backhand. In the darkness, I could barely see that the liquid on my hands was clear looking. Relieved of the thought of it not being blood, I lick my lips and grimace at the stale taste in my mouth.
The dark, dust of the room was almost too much to bare. It wasn't exactly pitch black, but my eyes squinted, willing to adjust to the dark. The only light I was exposed to was to a blood red on shining over my head. I kept feeling the urge to scream, but no sounds would come out. The only thing i could hear was the voice in my head telling me one thing: Escape. The place was very small and claustrophobia threatened to overpower me.
Honestly, the area almost could have fooled me for an elevator. No it can't be, I thought, didn't elevators move?
As soon as the thought passed, my surroundings jolted and the terrifying realization that i was being moved kicked in. I couldn't help but tremble.
All i could hear was the rugged sound of metal clanging against metal and chains moving rapidly, harshly in sync. The tiny prison swayed and rattled with every movement. I wanted to run away but I could barely stand up. The ceiling had to have been no higher than 5 feet.
Instead I move to my knees. They felt so weak as if I haven't used them in years. The rancid scent of rust and steal filled my nose. Holy crap... my head hurts. Where am I? Who am I? What the hell is going on?
The room smelled like a clean penny, similar to some kind of hollow copper. It seemed fragile but it was traveling upward faster.
No no no no. I don't know where I'm going! I need to get out of here! I took a deep breath and tried to remember something. Something that could help me put together the missing pieces to this frightening puzzle. The only thing that pops into my head is my name:
Rayon.
That... that was all I could remember?! My name? Seriously?!
I could see things of the outside world. Random images of trees, toothbrushes, waterfalls, houses, restaurants and stores—I could picture all the general standards of life. The basics of the world, how it is, different forms...yet I couldn't muster a single memory, or detail of myself. Who I was. How i looked. How I got here. Where I was going. Nothing.
All the years of my life, up to now, was gone. Erased from existence.
But if they never existed... how am I existing?
I don't know what's going on, but I know one thing: I had to get out. I scoot my hands across the floor, to feel for something. Anything. No such luck. After a few seconds of frantically sliding my hands across the floor all I find are boxes and barrels of raw meet, cans of vegetables. Why am I only finding food?! I guess food is one less thing to worry about. NO! If this is some sick joke, it isn't even remotely funny!
The cage seems to get smaller with every breath I take. My breath quickens and I quickly crawl to the wall in a panic. The burning sensation of tears camp in the back of my throat like acid. I swallow had to hold t down and my hands begin to bang the wall.
"Hey!!" The noise that came from my mouth was scratchy and dry. The voice was mine.. only ancient, like it had been unused for years. I hit the wall once. "Somebody get me out!" I bang with my fist again. "Heeeyyy!!" I punch two more times, even attempting to kick it a few times.
"P-please... help." The last words coming from my mouth were shaky and weak.
After a few minutes I have no choice but to give up. My throat is raw from yelling, my fists sting from punching and my head throbs from straining.
Damn it! I scream internally at myself. Nothing! Absolutely nothing is making sense. My brain feels like an old machine, It kept working tirelessly, wondering questions that I couldn't answer.
A minute passes by. Two. Three.
The scent engulfing me is more foul now, making me want to throw up.
I scoot into the closest corner, allowing a single tear to escape my left eye, trail down my cheek, down my chin and drop on my fingers.
"Someone help me..." I whisper, putting my head in my hands and squeeze my knees close to my chest. I don't cry; However, I gently whimper in the corner, portraying the little girl I don't even remember being.
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