AN-this is a story i had to do in my GCSE english so please review and tell me if its GCSE material or if its really bad xx - mitchie

The grey room

Locked inside my mind, trapped, alone, darkness overpowering everything, all sense of anything, seemingly forever gone. I was petrified. No, petrified wasn't nearly a strong enough word compared to the millions of emotions running through my cardboard box of a mind. I felt as though I were dreaming, drifting around in a black hole of nothingness. Only this was all too real.

As my common sense creeped into my head, if I had a head, I started to think back to past events which may have lead to this catastrophic scenario. Nothing. I had no idea what was going on. The last thing I remember was going to sleep in my bed and then, well supposedly waking, in nothingness. It was as thought my body was paralyzed, which I guessed it was, lost of all senses. No taste, touch, smell, hearing and only black nothingness for sight. Lost.

I started to smell ever so slightly the scent of apples. Apples? I focused all I could on this massive event and the scent grew stronger in my nose. Almost too strong. I felt so hungry and I heard my stomach growling. Wait! I heard my stomach, I heard something. I wasn't dead, I grew so hopeful and felt like screaming, but of course nothing came out. I suddenly heard a buzzing noise, like a fly, buzzing by my ear and instinctively reached out to swat it, and I did. I tried to move my arm again and I could feel it moving up and down. I tried with my now un-numbing toes then slowly the numbness disappeared from all throughout my body. I practiced moving all my body parts, although they felt like lead. That feeling when you sit on your arm for so long, past the pins and needles stage, and your arm just feels so heavy like you can't move it, or as if a ton of bricks were holding it down to the ground.

By now the smell of apples was overpowering my nose and my mouth watered, I could almost taste the apples on my tongue. My stomach rumbled again. Just as the rumbling had past the feeling of dread and panic over came everything. I still didn't know where I was why I was here and what was going on with me. I wanted to run but I couldn't move, and this time it was voluntary. I wanted to cry, but that would do no good. I wanted to scream out if anybody could hear me but I was paralyzed by fear. I then felt a tingling sensation on my eye lids. They felt like cement blocks were covering them.

Slowly my eye lids became lighter and lighter until I felt like I could open them. I was too scarred to open them, petrified of what the sight might behold. My stomach felt like a million butterflies were trying to rip out of my stomach any way possible. My eyes slowly fluttered open, but everything was so intensely blurry, all I saw was grey. As my vision came back to me and the as the greyness reviled itself those butterflies in my stomach felt as if they had all exploded in pure horror and fear as they beheld a sigh that they had been wishing would never be seen again.