Her body is covered in sweat as she sits upright on the small bed that she is sleeping on.
Her mind is foggy as she tries to look around to figure out if she can recognize the place but it's just void.
There is nothing apart from the bed and her, not even a mirror. The room is just four walls that look like a square and then nothing.
She starts to panic as she looks for a door but there isn't one even a window.
She takes in deep breathes and stands up as she starts to walk around in the little closeted space that she is trapped in.
Her hands reach to touch the walls and an electric shock throws her off and she falls on the rear end of the room if there was one even.
She reaches to her back and rubs it to ease the pain of the fall and then she sees her hands. She had been so engulfed to know where she was that she had not taken a moment to look at herself.
There were marks on her wrists that look like she had been tied somewhere because the marks are red and looked like they are fresh as she touches them she flinches
She looks at her legs and her ankles there are the same red marks.
Where is she?
She tries to remember anything from the day before but there is nothing. It was as if it is her first day alive.
She stands up and goes back to her bed and sits down and starts examining her body. She can feel plump things on her chest and when she tries to touch them an unknown sensation overwhelmed her and she chuckles as her hands move.
Apart from the red marks from being tied up there were bite marks all over her body and wondered what had happened to her.
What day is it? she asks herself.
There was no way she can know that or how long she had stayed in the room without interacting with other people.
Her skin is pale meaning she had not been outside in the sunlight for a while. Her eyes are pale and look like she doesn't have enough blood in her body.
Her face is thin and so is her body generally. She looks weak. She sits on her bed and tries to think but it seems like something is blocking her thoughts.
It felt like there is a barrier that is preventing her from remembering things that have happened to her before.
She gives up and lays back down and stares at the ceiling except there is no ceiling. She doesn't even know what it is as she looks at it.
Time passes by, maybe minutes or hours but she has no idea but nothing seems to change. She can not hear any sounds of people talking or people walking by it is as if she is the only person who is there.
Where is she?
It is a question that is lingering in her brain and no matter how much she thinks of it she has no clue where.
Is she dead?
Maybe she is dead and in purgatory, she chuckles at the thought. That is the only way she can explain it but then the marks on her body make her think otherwise.
There is someone else outside there who tied her up and left those marks.
Why wasn't he or she there to take her away then?
The only way she is going to find the answers to her question is if she sees someone and asked them what this place is.
She turns around and slowly falls into slumber.
She doesn't know how long she has slept but when she woke up everything is still the same. Nothing has changed and she is tired of waiting for something to happen.
She touches her head and it is bald and she wonders who had cut off all her hair. How did she even look with all her hair shaved?
She wanted to know what she looked like but there was no mirror in the room. She hoped that maybe if she saw how she looked some of her memories would come back.
She would ask for a mirror later if someone came to check on her which she hoped would happen soon as she was already tired of waiting to happen.
What's my name?
She had thought that maybe she could remember her name at least but there was nothing there also. Was she a child?
She looks at herself and is sure she wasn't a child. She knew how to speak babies didn't do that. She was way too grown to be a baby but then what was this?
Was there life outside of the room? She begins to panic and wonders if being locked in a room like that was some sort of punishment.
Maybe she had done something wrong and then they had decided to lock her up. Every person would lose their mind if they were locked up alone in a room for too long. Maybe that was their mission.
Or maybe if she tried calling for help then someone would hear her and free her so she stood up and did the only thing she could think of.
"Help!", she screams at the top of her lungs but it doesn't sound like much.
The back of her throat hurts so much from that simple thing and then she craved a glass of water but there was none in sight.
She was starting to lose it. She was panicked before but now it became worse.
What if no one came to rescue her? What if she really was the only person left and she would just do in that cube like toom?
"Is anyone there ?", she asked out loud and almost immediately she could hear footsteps approaching.
She stood and waited but it seemed to take forever for the person to reach where she was.
With a swift motion a cube, in Infront of her moved to the side revealing a space she assumed was where the door was supposed to be, and in came and dressed in white.