I look at my surroundings. I'm in a dark cold brick room; there is no light except for one bulb swinging eerily from the ceiling, perhaps a cellar or basement. I turn my neck, wincing from the pain, there is a simple bed with a thin mattress. On one wall appears to be a mirror, but i think it could be a two-way.

"Hello?" my voice scratches painfully; I can barely recognise the sound. I cough. "Hello? My name is Spencer Reid, is anyone there?" My eyelids are heavy, and I'm finding it increasingly hard to breath. I'm slumped against a wall, and the soreness from my rib cage becomes apparent. "Please..." my voice becomes wispy and breaks.

"Dr Spencer Reid." My head jerks up as a robotic voice enters into the room. "It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance Spencer." The speaker crackles. I try to speak, but my throat is too sore. "As you can see to your right, there is another unconscious body, much similar to how you were three hours ago; I will allow you to introduce yourself shortly as the effects of her medication will wear off soon, goodnight Spencer."

I don't open my eyes, not yet, instead I survey the room with my other senses. I can hear some shallow breathing, perhaps prisoner, or captive; it's cold and smells grotesque in here. I try to steady my breathing, and very slightly, I slowly open one way a fraction, I can see a slumped body of a thin man, his eyes are closed and his is the breathing I could hear. I slowly pull my body up and inspect the room further. It's like a prison. My head is pounding and i try to remember the events of what happened before.

"See you later Shell!" I call out to one of my friends, it's a pleasantly warm day, exceedingly rare for England, so everyone's enjoying it whilst they can, the girls wear shorts and vests and desperately try to catch any rays of sunshine; I'm the same, some denim shorts and a light pink vest with a brown cardigan. I light a cigarette and walk the way back to my room smiling, ever since my depression lifted five years ago, I feel like I'm really seeing the world, the grass is greener, my smile bigger, and life is happier. I round the corner to my building and...

That's all I remember. I try to suppress my tears, i don't understand this, a tear runs down my face and i wipe it angrily.

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!" I get up and punch the wall, "GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE YOU SICK HERE!" Tears are streaming down my face, blood seeps down my hand from the cracked knuckle. "Please... just let me out."

"Do you want me to look at that?" my head snaps as the man sitting on the floor speaks.

"Who are you?" I ask slowly walking away, my eyes never leaving his corner.

"My names Doctor Spencer Reid, I work with the FBI in America, I won't harm you..." I can see his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he desperately tries to stay awake; he's in the same situation as me.

"I'm Carmel, a student at university here. FBI, people are looking for you then, right?" This could be good, if people look for him, they'll find me.

"I... I'm sorry, I don't think so. I'm on holiday, told my team, staying with friend, lied..." his breathing becomes even shallower and slow, I'm scared, his eyes completely roll back, and his head drops. He's unconscious.

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