The Always looping madness

Chapter three

You lay in your bed ready to take a nap until you close your eyes. You open them quickly as if you felt a sharp pain in you thy, the room changed from a dark dirtied bedroom to the woods behind Zander Park. Your bed is still there, untacked as you lay in it looking strait into the green, lively woods. You take a deep breath and recognize the sent of onions coming from the woods. The sent is getting stronger and stronger until it's unbearable! You close your watering eyes and pinch your nose to see if that will help. You can no longer smell the sent of onions but instead, man cologne. It's the typical smell that the guys at your school smell like, you feel creepy knowing the smell of certain people. You look around to see that you are in a small white box with your hands chained to a chair that your sitting in. You pull and struggle to pry yourself free but it's not working but instead worsening. The chains tighten on your wrist until you can't feel them anymore, your wrist feel like they might as well fall off! You want the pain to stop and now your loosing control of yourself, you scream and kick instead of staying calm. After at least 20mins, you get a hold of yourself and look straight towards the new shadowy figure standing in the corner of the small white box. It stares at you with blank, gleaming eyes that peer into you.
"Hello? Who are you? Can you help me?" You say as your voice sounds unsure. The figure steps closer and closer still keeping its shadowy color. You can hear it breathe and wheeze until it collapses onto the floor in a thud. It lies there, not moving, for about a whole 10 silent seconds of it struggling and trying to get up. You feel horrible being unable to help.
"All I'm doing is sitting In a chair and watching it struggle."
You said to yourself as tears streamed down your face. The figure cocked it's head to the side to look at you. It's eyes are now ice blue instead of motionless cold, white eyes. You look closer at it and noticed that it's hair, eyes, clothing, and build was similar some how but you couldn't quite understand it. Until then, you realized it was yourself that was struggling in front of YOU. Your eyes open as you stare and shiver at the sight of yourself lying on the floor wheezing and suffering. You can't help, no one can.