Hi and thanks for taking a look at this short story. This is my first attempt at writing fiction since I was a child!
"Good morning Dave."
Dave lay motionless, unsure what was happening. "It's time for you to get up now". Dave opened his eyes and looked around. Nothing looked or felt familiar, least of all the disembodied female voice.
"Ah, there he is. Now, I know this is all a bit strange, but right now there is no time to explain" said the voice. "I need you to press the green button you can see in the corner of your room, and then we can have a bit of a chat".
Walking over to the green button, he stopped. "Why?" he asked. "We don't have time for that now Dave, just press the green button". Dave stayed still. "Only if you tell me why!" Dave said more insistently this time.
"You will have to press it and find that out my dear, but it is too late now. We will speak later and try again then." As Dave stood there, the green button began to lower into the floor until it was covered by a small hatch. As the hatch closed, the lights went off. It was then that Dave realised the room had no windows.
Trying to keep calm, he started to feel his way around the room. The walls were cold and rough, probably brick. Every so often, there was a small hole in the wall. The floor was smooth, possibly metal. The room was six paces long and six paces wide. There was a mat and blanket on the floor, presumably for sleeping on and a bucket.
Sitting down, Dave heard a faint hissing sound and began to notice a sweet fragrance in the air.
"Good morning Dave, I hope you are feeling less grumpy today?" Dave opened his eyes, he must have fallen asleep, but why? "It's time for you to get up now."
Dave was thirsty, hungry and confused. "Who are you, where am I?" He shouted. "Dave, Dave, Dave. We really don't have time for this. Just go and press that green button in the corner of your room. Then we can chat."
"Fuck You!" was all the reply he could think of.
The lights were off again. Dave screamed as loud as he could. "What is happening? Someone help me please!"
As the sweet smell filled the air once again, he thought he could hear a faint laugh over the hissing sound.
"OK Dave, stop acting like a child and do what I am asking. You can only survive without water for so long and already look terrible. Get up and press the green button and let's move on." Dave knew that she was right. If he wanted to work out what the hell was going on, he needed to have a clear head and would have to eat and drink. The green button seemed to be the key, there was no choice.
As soon as the button was pressed, a hatch opened at the bottom of the wall opposite, and a tray with bread and water was slid into the room. Water had never tasted so good. "Slow down Dave, you will be sick if you drink it too fast. We don't want you to waste it now that you have earned it." Slowing down, he started to calm himself and collect his thoughts. "Please", he said quietly, "Please tell me what is going on."
"OK Dave, you have earned the start of the story" she started. "You don't remember this, but a few weeks ago you did something very bad, that landed you here in the OCC. Think of it as a treatment centre for bad people."
"What did I do and why can't I remember it?" Dave replied after a few moments.
"I can't tell you what you did, I am told it may affect your recovery. You see, as you tried to evade capture, you sustained a head injury and have been unconscious ever since. When you began to wake up, you were transferred from the hospital to the Box to begin your stay."
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