Chapter one

The sun shone bright upon an old woman in the crowded street. Screams twister her face causing more wrinkles to form on her weathered face and her screams pierced my ears. The woman was in a death trap and no one would dare help. The people fled from the sun in fear it would burn them leaving the poor old woman to rot away. But I stayed where I was, frozen in fear and awe. I had never seen sunlight before.

Watching and unmoving as the old woman's skin began to melt her blood mixing with it, I heard her screams become gargled. A puddle of liquid began to dribble around her deteriorating feet. The tan and scarlet fluidic mass bubbled hazardously. She kept disintegrating till all that was left was her shaking bones. The bones fused in with the liquid to leave only a pond of what use to be a woman. The sunlight had destroyed her.

When the sunlight was done with her it started towards me. I began to scream in distress and shake but my body kept put. It was as if I was made of immovable. Soon the heated ray reached the edge of my feet the light illuminating of my skin and…

I awoke in a sheen sweat. Screaming I sat up swiftly clapping a hand over my mouth in an attempt to muffle my hysterics. I looked around to see my familiar room. It was dark and perfectly square. Walls blank and the only things it held it held was my small bed, a toilet, a sink with a small wash rag, and a chair. On the ceiling was the only way in or out, a small metal door and a dim swinging light. The other thing about my room was it was always cold and my clothing was thin.

I wore a thin white sheet that only came to my knees. It was short on me for I had this dress since I was a child. It was loose though on every part but my chest for I never had never the chance to get any weight on me. My arms and legs were very thin and I feared they would break with their shockingly frail structure. I could count my ribs and almost pinch all the way around them. And my hair was a long black sheet that touched the back of my calf it had always been long for I had neither the strength nor supplies to cut it. To go with my surroundings were my blue eyes that held no sing of life or light. I was just a small frail teenage girl with out a soul.

As long as I could remember I had lived in this room. In this prison they kept me in. They said it was for my own good and that I was sick. As a child I begged them to free me but now I thought I might be sick after all. It was hard for me to move. Every movement caused me pain. I felt incredibly weak and lifeless. My stomach seemed to have a life of it's own. It growled and turned. I was deathly thin and my skin was ghastly. I was only fed when they thought best which though I was grateful to be in contact with anyone scared me.

There was a loud clanking noise that broke the never-ending silence that came from above. I looked up only to be stunned by the bright light illuminating from the open door. Curling in to a ball I swiftly hid my face in my knees and pulled them into my chest tightly in an attempt to be invisible.

"Hello, Isabella." A man's gruff voice called down to me but I didn't dare look. "We heard you screaming again. Did you have a nightmare?" He questioned me trying to sound sweet and get a response at the same time. It wouldn't work for when I was a young child I swore my self to silence. The man sighed giving up but what I listened for was the clanging of metal that came after. It was the metal tray being lowered down but I restrained myself waiting till he would leave. Though it was only a few moments till I heard the metal door being close it felt like hours. I lashed out upon the tray to see what I could eat. There was a bowl of pea soup and a piece of bread joined by water. It was a beautiful gift. I ate slowly, though my stomach craved for it, to make it last but to soon it was gone. I was setting the tray back in the ropes when I heard footsteps clacking from above. I dived into my bed to curl up once more.

The door opened again turning the black to gray. "Hello again, Isabella." It was the same man from before. "I see you were hungry." He added in to try to make conversation. I stayed quiet and unmoving. The only sounds that came from my mouth were screams from my nightmares I didn't even know my own voice. "Why won't you speak?" The man asked angry and frustrated.

"John! You'll scare her." A woman's voice snapped. She was right it was terrifying. Anger, rage, frustration all drove fear into my heart. I quivered.

"Sorry but she needs to speak. Day after day no sound she so inhabited." John argued with her. The woman sighed.

"Isabella?" She called down sweetly but somehow it seemed like it was forced.

"See?" John snapped at her slamming the door shut causing me to jump but I stayed in place in fear they might reopen it.

It was quiet again and I began to feel my lonely pain. I knew no one here cared for me and I wonder if anyone ever would. Would I ever even get out of here? And if I did how could I survive out I the world? I had no knowledge of what to do for survival or what was even up there. But I knew one ting there was a sky. A big blue sheet like the color of my eyes that covered the world and my dream was to just to see it even if just a moment.

I laid down in my bed and thought of what the world could possibly look like. It was always beautiful in my eyes. I twisted in my sheets until I could start to fall to sleep again. I knew more nightmares would come but I didn't mind. It felt as though they were the only things that made me open my eyes. As I drifted I thought maybe I would be better off without them and to be lost in an endless sleep forever.

I awoke to the sounds of screams again only to be surprised they were not my own. I sat up apace and in a panic. The whole room was covered in smoke. I started to cough and wheeze my eyes stinging. I looked around but of course there was only one way out, the door. I raced over to the small wooden chair dragging it back over to my bed. I set it on my bed trying desperately to get on top and stable. I shook endlessly atop the chair but steadied myself by placing my hands on the ceiling but the sweat on my skin was making my hands slide. I dug my fingernails into the crease of the door desperately tying to open it but the sudden groaning sound stopped me. I waited unmoving for what would happen next. The groaning stopped and I dared to relax a bit. But my relaxing was lost in the next moments.

The ceiling started to collapse and a scream erupted from my throat. I fell form the chair onto the dusty rock floor my head cracking on the way down. I cried out as an agonizing pain overtook my arm. I looked up through my tears to see a large piece of concrete had smashed my arm. Why? I thought. I was almost free. I sobbed now tearlessly as my dehydrated body shook. I sobbed not for long though.

I took a deep breath and rolled, careful not to move my arm. Looking again at the slate on my arm I knew there was no way to do this without involving more pain. Taking another breath I summoned all my strength and lifted the slate with my free hand. Wailing I got it off and started to cough again. I rubbed my eyes to view what had become of the ceiling. Once I did I almost smiled. The ceiling had caved in such a way that it was as if it was guiding me to the surface. I crawled my way up the crooked ramp to the building surface above. I didn't look around I just ran knowing that they would come looking for me.

The white halls were covered in smoke that inhabited my body. I was coughing through the maze. My head was confused and I was about to give in and sit when I turned in on a hall with a crumpled wall at the end I stumbled my way through the rubble and out to the open. I took my first breath of real air. And for the first time in my life, I felt hope.

So as you can see I got a new idea for a story. Kind of depressing but it will get better!! ;}

-EdWarded