Here is an updated version of the story. Sorry to anyone who was confused by the first version. I pulled it straight from an unedited word document?!
I was blinking in and out of sleep. The memories were screaming, pulling me through the endless darkness. My lungs failed to catch a breath and I started to choke. My throat burned like a torch had been lit in its depths. I felt soft hands griping my shoulders and shaking hard in an attempt to free me from my prison. It did not work…
I woke in hell; that's what it felt like to me. I tried to talk, to scream but my voice was gone. It had flown away like the ashes of a fire. A tear was on my cheek yet it was not my own. It must have belonged to the same person whose hands where begging me to wake. I wished to be free of this pain in my heart. I was sat in a small room with no windows and only a single table in the middle of the room. I felt something wet and sticky on the floor I was sat on. A dim light emitted from the table, which grew stronger every second. As the light crept into the corners of this room, I saw the terrible remains of a once majestic library. The only books that remained were torn and destroyed upon the floor. I realised the reality of my situation when the light illuminated the floor. A gleam of red shined upon it. Blood. I jumped to my feet in desperation and dashed to the table. I remained on the table top, curled up in a ball. Small tears fell from my eyes. It was only then that I noticed my outfit.
It was not the simple striped gray dress I had been wearing but an old blue dress instead. It was knee length and dusty, with short puffy sleeves and embroidery on the hem. The ends were covered in blood which slowly dripped to the floor, making a "plip plop" sound that only added more to the nightmare. There was rips and tears all over it with dried blood around them. My feet had been placed in simple black heels which slipped on the floor. My hair was now down even though it was tied up earlier. I felt like someone had ripped out my heart and held it while it carried on beating. I looked at the ceiling. I had a feeling that I was being watched. I wondered if this was just someone's idea of a sick game. A single tear rolled down my cheek. I wiped it away. I wasn't going to give them that satisfaction. I noticed a rectangular shape across from me and even thought my eyes were foggy I could just make out a small gold handle. I jumped up at the prospect of freedom. I ran as fast as possible to the door. I yanked at the handle, pulling and pulling until I could no more. I fell in a heap on the floor, covering even more of my legs in blood. My tears fell on the floor as a horrid voice filled the room.
"Your attempts to escape are futile. This is the prison of which you will never escape from. You are forever condemned to never speak a word nor have a will of your own. You are my puppet. You will one day be of no use to me. When that day comes, you will be disposed of."
The words chilled me to the bone though I almost immediately accepted my fate. I was in no position to negotiate when an unseen force was controlling my every thought, my every breath. I shut the force out and fell into a deep sleep.