Trapped

1

You wake up groggily, your head pounding harder than a hammer as you attempt to adjust your position. Your vision is slightly foggy, and your limbs feel weak and sore. Still, you try to look around. Your eyes begin to hurt, as the room that you were currently in was an almost blinding white, creepily so. There was nothing in the room, nothing at all, you didn't even know how the room was so bright, as there was no light shining through anywhere. You were utterly, isolated. And as your vision adjusted, you saw something, one single white door.

You tried to get up, but your limbs were highly disobedient. They flailed everywhere as you continuously tried to get up, move around. But alas, you were getting nothing but pain. You sat down, shoving your hands into your face as you groaned in pain and anger, confusion laced inside. 'How did I get here?' you thought to yourself, trying hard to remember. Your memory wasn't jogged, but your headache kindly increased from your over-thinking. As you looked around, you made the decision to not open the door, and stay right where you were until you could walk properly. You sat in one of the spotless corners and fell asleep.

You awoke with a start, a dream harshly waking you from your slumber. You looked around frantically, but found nothing but the room that you found yourself in earlier. You had no idea what time it was, what day it was, or where you were. That alone was terrifying, and you thought so as you tried again to stand. You made it up this time, but only stayed up for a few seconds before collapsing again. You groaned, but smiled a little, as progress wasn't worth nothing. With a new determination, you tried again to stand, even longer than last time. You didn't succeed, but that didn't stop you.

What felt like hours had passed, as you failed again and again to even stand for longer than five seconds, ten if you were lucky. Your legs hurt tremendously, and your hips did as well, as they broke your fall eighty percent of the time. Tentatively, you pulled up the rim of your shirt and found the expected bruises on your hips already forming, but something else was there too, an ugly red with black-ish tints surrounding it, burned into your skin. It read, SES. 'What does that mean?' you asked yourself cautiously, looking around, with a weird feeling of being watched. You say nothing, which was even worse. By now, the true panic of being stuck in a strange room really set in, and you fought of the onslaught of tears ready to burst forth. 

With a sigh, you crawled back to your corner, and heard a startling rumble. It was of course, your stomach, for you were devilishly hungry and that made everything worse. You thumped down and fell asleep again, a single tear rolling down your face. 

You woke again, and adjusted your vision to the white room. You don't know just how long you had been asleep, but your hunger was even worse now, doubled, so you assume at least for a day. With a loud shout, you jumped up, ignoring the pain in your legs, and pounded on the walls pointlessly, crying out in anguish and anger. "Where am I?! Why am I here?!" you yelled into the walls with aggression. There was no reply, but that was to be expected. You slid down and cried out, as your adrenaline drained faster now, the physical pain of what you had just done burdening your too weak legs, and your too weak wrists, which were scratched slightly. Crawling back, you passed out from exhaustion.

Waking up yet again, you expected to feel pain, hunger, something, but to your relief and suspicion, you felt fuller than you ever had, and even healthier as well! "What the hell...?" you mumbled, bewildered. You examined your arms, legs, and all of your other limbs. They looked fine, amazing actually. You pinched yourself to assure your mind that this wasn't just a bad dream. Seeing as you didn't 'wake up', this was all completely real. You shuddered and looked around again.

There, tall and mysterious, stood the door, your single way out of here. Finally desperate and reckless enough, you pulled yourself onto your feet and walked towards the door. You reached your hand out, flinching as the cold metal touched your palm. With a twist, you heard a click resonate from inside of the door as it opened seamlessly. 'These people must be stupid.' you thought to yourself as you passed under the door frame. You stopped and observed your surroundings, only to find yourself in a room identical to the last one you were in, only it seemed smaller. You turned to go back, but realized that there was another door, and your wonder got the best of you, you approached the door.

You twisted the knob, making your way into the next room, still smaller, and the next, and the next, and the next, the feeling getting addicting. Even as the rooms got smaller, you continued to move forward, against your better senses. The rooms were shrinking gradually, but certainly shrinking with noticeable bliss. You shuddered again, for the second time today, but continued to keep going, getting more and more aware of the walls that felt as if they were slowly closing in on you. Finally, the room was so small that it was hard to even move, but your human nature forcefully pushed you on to open the next door. 

You opened it, feeling resentful towards your own curious nature, and shimmied through, feeling the room getting smaller traditionally. And then, out of nowhere at all, you heard something, and quickly pulled yourself through, scared. As you peeked back into the room, you saw nothing, and dismissed the noise as your own. Continuing on, you went through the next door, and when you were almost through, you felt a sharp tug on your leg, forceful and small. Turning, you still saw nothing, and shivered involuntarily. Closing the door, you moved the next door, deciding to go in feet first for a better squeeze. You pushed your legs through the door.

A tug, weirdly similar to the one you had just felt was sensed on your leg as you yelped and pulled yourself into your room. Not knowing which door to choose, you sit, and shake in fear as you think violently about a solution. Not one came, not even one. With a cry out, you smacked your head against the wall behind you, still not having much room at all. The room was small, making you think that it would really come in and crush you, slowly and painfully. You tried to calm yourself down, but failed miserably. And finally building up your courage, you went through the next door, like a professional. You were met as expected, an empty, white room. You slid in and sat with your knees hugging your chest tightly, as not to let go. With a sharp snapping sound, the floor benath you gave way and you began to fall, a look of terror etched upon your face.