I haven't named the story yet. I'll continue it if you all like the story. It's my first KaW story so maybe you'll like it and maybe you won't. I wake up laying on the floor of a dark room, tired and confused. I have no memories of anything that happened the night before. All of my senses feel numbed. After slowly standing up, I look around with very sluggish movement. After turning a full 360°, I realize I am in a small and dark room, with no other person in sight. I lazily fall down on the floor, and pass out once more.
I wake up considerably later, and while I feel much better, I feel even more confused. I lay on the cold, stone ground, and realize my senses feel normal again. And while I feel better overall, I can't resist the sluggish-ness that overwhelms me inside. I slowly stand up once more, and look around. I don't know what expect to be different. There are no people near me, and the room is no larger than it was before. After examining the room in dim light, I realize there is one door and one door only. And after considering the options, I could either; 1. Stay and starve myself until someone, if anyone, comes, or 2. Enter the door. And I realize while both options lead to what seems like near-certain death, entering the door is the best way to go. I'm sorry if it seems short, but, I'll continue the story if you like it, and thanks for reading!
Because of the astounding 2 posts with positive comments, and because I really have nothing else to do... I will continue updating this story on this thread (Yay!). And because I only got as far as I posted, I am going to go improvise a little bit to continue updating this story. I will try to have the next part about 12 hours from this post, so thank you if you care enough to still be reading!
(Continued) I step forward with my right foot, feeling the coldness of the floor against my bare feet. Step, after step, after step. And what seems like a year, passes by five steps later. I face the door, with only an inch between the door gap and my nose. I deeply exhale, and my breath feels cold. No matter how hard I try not to, I always feel cold. I realize after standing in front of the door for about three minutes, I am not being productive. And I have grown up, always being taught to be productive. And with that in mind, I step through the gap.
I step into a hallway. And while I look for key details to remember it by, I see... well, none. The only thing remarkable about the hallway is how it can be more poorly lit than the room before it. With every step I take down the never-ending hallway, I realize how small of a gap is really there. I am a small and thin girl, and I have known that sense my childhood, but the walls somehow manage to be only a little too tight. I walk down the hallway even farther, and see a flickering light reflecting off the stone walls. And when there are light, there are shadows. And now was no exception. This is being posted quite considerably earlier than I thought, but as I said earlier, I really have nothing to do. I hope you like it, and I will keep posting more until it ends. Thanks for reading!
A wave of panic hit me. I have no idea where I am, what happened, and why I am here. Anything could have happened, and I am left oblivious. And while my body automatically moves my feet, I admire the flickering shadow. It looks almost human, but it could be anything. I have no idea what awaits me in that room, but whatever it is, my feet still push forward. And while my step number increases, the distance between me and the figure shorten. Step, by step, by step again. And before I know it, I stand, with almost no distance between me and a corner. And around that corner, there is a bright light source, and a human-like figure. And it is only now, that I doubt myself. I should feel nervous, afraid, excited, and maybe even desperation. Instead, the only thing I feel, is persistence. Persistence, to get out of here. To know and to remember. Or to return to my normal life, and forget everything that happened. But right now, there is not much to forget. I continue to stand at the corner, when I hear a crack. Not a crack of a whip, or anything else violent. But a crack more like... My brain searches for an answer, or something related, but nothing comes to mind. I stand there for only another second, and hear it again. Right now, I do not think about where I am, or what happened. Instead, I focus on one thing only, and that is the noise that I continue to hear. And while my brain fails to think of an answer, I do not give up. I try to think, to think of anything, but it is not a common sound. It is not the sound of rain tapping against a window, or of birds happily chirping in the morning. Nothing common. And so I realize, that I will not think of an answer. No matter how hard I try, my brain will not. I know it, and my brain knows it, and so for the first time since I woke up, we have the same instinct. And with that shared instinct, we turn the corner.
I feel stupid the moment my eyes register what I see. In front of me lays a room like the one before. Not the hallway, but the big, open room. Except this one has random items displayed across it. In the very middle sits a square table with two chairs, and there is a door straight on the other end of the room. The chairs are lined up with the doors, and in the chair furthest from me sits one of those... mannequins? Except, it is colored and dressed like a real human. And on top of all that, sits a lit wax candle on a plate on top of the table. I have no idea how to respond, so I stand there. I stand there, and I think. Everything makes even less sense now. In my head, nothing here should really be together except the table and chairs. I walk towards the mannequin, and examine its features. It looks like a smaller Indiana Jones, and younger and more creepy. It is missing the whip, but that does not really mean anything to me. I move on to examine the table and chairs, but there is nothing too unique about them. They look old and hand-crafted, but there is really nothing special. Real wood, and somehow... really creepy. I stand there and try to think... To think of anything at all. But nothing makes sense. I stand there for who knows how long, trying to add impossible figures. After giving up, I realize the best thing I can do is keep going. I forget about the mannequin and its chairs, and walk through the next door. I walk into another hallway, slightly more cramped than the previous. On top of that, I forget how cold it is after leaving the candle. But being cold is the least of my worries. I walk, and walk, and walk. But it seems like there is no end. I see no light source, no corner, and nothing signaling an end. And right now, I just want to forget any danger and sleep it off. I walk and walk, and the more I walk, the colder I get and the more cramped the walls are. I may be going crazy, but it is true. On top of that, I realize I am hungry. And that brings new struggles to me. I walk more and more, and before I know it, my legs start feeling weak. Not a weakness after exercise, but as if I am about to fall and pass out. And I realize, that is exactly what I am about to do. It is only just now I realize there may have been light, but my vision was blackened. It blackened after entering the hallway, but I failed to realize it. And with this in mind, I slowly fall to the ground, fighting to stand, but my body refuses to. And before I know it, I lay unconscious in the small, cramped hallway. Thank you for reading and please post so I know people are reading it!