What I am about to post is not the full story, but a brief glimpse into it. The purpose of this is to see how many people would actually like my storytelling, and if you don't, then so be it.....
Jamison didn't like the feeling of being left alone, it brought on depression, among other fiendish feelings. He liked being around the comforts of family and friends, unlike the small room he surveys in a seated position. It is a small room with tiny white tiles on the floor and blue tiles on three walls, with a foggy glass window on the back wall and rusted metal door at the front of this room. A lone bed, uncomfortable with its thin mattress, lays scattered with a white sheet and worn pillow, his resting place for the last hour. He has no idea where he is located, but knows that it doesn't seem good. The sound of metal scraping outside of his room had been heard about twenty minutes ago, as if something was being drug across the floor in fiery sparks. He stands, getting caught within the ghostly streams of moonlight breaking through the window, and approaches the metal door, hoping to open it through the last three failed attempts. Maybe he has loosen it up enough to force the door open? Who knows? But he has to get out of this room and attempt an escape from the building. What was this place he was in, and why was his brought within it? Those questions seem to swarm throughout his mentality, trying to pry the door open, but as before, the door didn't want to budge. Whoever brought him here, they were definitely keeping him within this small room. He frowns, sitting down against the door to re-think his situation. Did he know anyone who would do such a thing to someone? No, that's not it. He lets a long sigh exhale through his frowning, slender lips, this is not where a twenty-year old college student wants to be at when he's on spring break, locked away in the confines of a strange building....