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Chapter One ~ The Box
She awoke with a start to the shrieking sound of metal on metal, gasping for air as if it was her first breath. She stood, arms stretched in front of her, searching for something with which to steady herself. The air was cold and musty, and there was no light to reveal her surroundings. A lurching shudder threw her to her knees, and she shuffled backward until she hit a wall. Pulling her legs tightly to her chest, she rested her head on her knees, longing for the shaking to stop.
Faye. She thought. My name is Faye.
Her name. That was all she knew of her life. It was aggravating. Her mind worked perfectly, taking in her surroundings, flooding with thoughts and facts about the world and how it worked. She pictured snow on trees, throwing handfuls of fallen leaves into the air, the light of a full moon shimmering over a lake, a busy street crowded with people. And yet, she couldn't recall a single face. She had no memory of where she came from, or what her parents looked like. She couldn't think of a single name or recall a single conversation. Another loud shudder shook her from her trance, and the room began to move upward, like an elevator. Suddenly, the piercing shriek of a siren rang through her ears, quiet at first, and growing louder as the room continued its ascent. The sound became so loud that she could feel the waves pulsing through her body. Then, without notice, the shrieking stopped, and the room shuddered to a halt with a groan.
Her ears ringing, she stood, creeping hand over hand along the walls until she touched four corners. The room was empty. She put her hands above her head and jumped, grasping for something, anything. Each time she landed holding nothing but air. She pounded the walls with her fists until they bled, screamed until her throat was raw, and went silent, once again curling up against a wall. When she was quiet, she swore she heard voices, no, she knew she heard voices, she listened with every fiber of her being, desperately trying to grasp just a few words, but they were too muffled to make out. Once again, she stood up.
"Hello?" She yelled, pounding on the walls once again.
"Get me out of here!" She screamed, each word ripping at her throat like talons.
Suddenly, a thin line of light appeared above her, and it grew slowly. The light was blinding, and she squinted through her palms. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she was astounded by what she saw.
Hope you enjoyed Chapter 1! Please leave any suggestions/ideas/constructive criticism in the reviews! I'd love to hear from you! (also I could really use suggestions for how you would like the story to go. All ideas will be considered!)
Happy reading, slintheads!
K. J. Stark :)