I sat patiently, waiting for it all to stop. Waiting for the horrible rattling noise to die down, waiting for the darkness to go away. Waiting for my brain to register where I was. I waited for what seemed like years and years in what I could only assume due to the darkness was a massive box, rising and rising. Clanging, banging, shaking. I sat. I waited. I was terrified.
Until it stopped.
The box shuddered to a halt as I looked up and saw two doors opening. The bright light came as a shock and I had to look away. I blinked a few times and then looked back up. Bright, white light was all I saw. Then a shadow emerged from the light. A person. They jumped down into my box, causing it to jolt. I blinked rapidly several times until the figure's face came into view. Dark brown eyes, messy blonde hair and a dashing grin, a teenage boy looked down at me.
"You okay?" The boy spoke in a British accent.
I tried to speak but no sound came out. I cleared my throat and tried again, "I guess?"
He chuckled and grabbed my arm, pulling me to "Good that."
