Waking up, I see a bright light ahead of me. Realising what happened before I sit up and prepare for what is to come. I look down on the chains still on my wrists, silver rusty chains, and broken pieces of wood lie ahead of me. A wooden seat is in the middle of the room and a broken wooden ledge above it. The room is a very small room, a white floor, white walls and a white ceiling. I look to my left and there is a massive silver door with no handle on it.
Me... I am a girl, short brown hair; I am wearing a black raggy t shirt, and black trousers which are very torn and quite baggy.
I stand up and walk to the door. I feel around... a smooth silver surface. There is nothing on it to let me out of this room.
But then... I think... who am I? Where am I? Why am I here? Confusion sweeps over my brain. I stand and stare at the door. I look down at the chains on my wrists. Have I done something? I don’t understand.
All I know is that I am locked in this small room, and there is no way out. This door with no handle is not helping me. Thoughts of hanging myself with this chain are starting to grow on me. But then other thoughts enter my mind. I want to know who I am... and why I am here.
Something is flickering on the left of me... I look up, and see a camera, and a red flashing light. What is this? What does it mean? Is someone watching me? How will I ever know?