The footsteps woke me the second time. They were closer, and I somehow knew they were coming to my door. I desperately wanted to run, hide, do anything, but I was paralyzed by fear. The footsteps stopped abruptly outside my door. I held my breath and closed my eyes, feigning sleep.
A door opened, but it was not mine. I listened more closely.
It was definitely outside my door- perhaps it was across the hallway, if there was one? I had no idea, I had never seen the outside of this room.
"No, no, please, don't!" I heard a voice cry out. It was a boy's voice, definitely, but still young. There were other voices speaking in more hushed tones. But I could identify them as a male and a female.
"Hush, do not fight us."
"We don't want to hurt you, boy." Then there was a sickening slapping noise, and the boy voice cried out again. But there was no more protest. Another pair of footsteps walked down the hall then, the noise getting softer and softer every few seconds.
I opened my eyes.
The door to my room opened the next moment, and a tall figure entered. My heart started racing, so hard I could feel it in my toes. He was dressed in all black, with a ski mask over his head. He blocked most of the doorway as he approached, but I could see a bit of the hallway outside of my room. It was all gray, very industrial looking.
The figure loomed over me.
"Get up," a man's voice commanded. I obeyed, my legs and arms blindly following his orders while my mind screamed against it. I didn't dare open my mouth. He prodded my back with his hand, and I took a few steps forward.We kept walking out the door and into the hall, where there were at least 20 doors, all identical to each other. I counted as I walked-I was the 10th door down on the left side.
I wondered if there were others like me in each of those rooms too.