I willed my eyes open.

They didn't.

I told my brain to break the seal of sleep.

It obeyed.

"Thomas!"

My eyes shot open, and I glanced around. The shout filled every cell of me with fear and caution. When I could control my actions once more, I snuck a look in the direction the shriek came from.

It was a girl. Her face was pale, almost white, and her hair was long with a deep, mud-like color. She pretty enough, but was twitching with jerky movements, as if she were a robot with a glitch. The only sign that she wasn't a ghost was the gash on her right arm that was bleeding and oozing out a mix of red and some yellow tinged liquid. It must have been infected.

The girl kept screaming for 'Thomas' for the rest of the time we were in there- wherever that was. I had the motivation to find that out.

It was very dimly lit in the space we were trapped in. It looked like some sort of cage or box, judging from the walls. There were barrels and sacks stacked and tossed all around me. There seemed to be a word on them. I squinted, and made out the letters W, C, K, and D. Reading that made me outraged. I'm not sure why. I don't remember ever seeing that word before. In fact, I don't remember anything.

I don't even remember my own name.

Suddenly, the cage stopped. At the time, I wasn't sure what happened. I wasn't even aware that the cage was moving.

I tried to stand up, but couldn't. Something on my wrists were holding me back. I looked down to see that my arms were chained to the floor of the cage.

Something that sounded like rusted doors opening rang through my eardrums. I shut my eyes as hard as I could.

I started to hear shouting and whispers. Questions and untruthful answers that were thrown into the air.

I squinted so I could try to see who it was. All I saw was a figure jump into the cage and walk around. It seemed to be inspecting the cage. It stopped at the ghost-girl.

I knew it would come over to me next, so I shut my eyes once again. I heard footsteps come towards me, then stop right beside my head.

A few moments of silence passed by.

"Girls!" The figure- a boy, for sure- shouted. "Two of them. I think they're dead."

The shouts hushed as the word 'girl' found its way into into their brains. The silence made it seem like the word was foreign to them: Girl.

I heard the boy walk away, so I opened my eyes. I then saw the boy crouch down and take something out of ghost-girl's hand. It looked like a piece of paper. He opened up the crumpled ball.

"They're the last ones. Ever."