Note: Dedicated to my girls Jess (aslanmyst), Smiley, Trressa, Leigha, Dirisa (a.k.a Trinity), and Melissa (a.k.a. Santana Lisa). Thank you for your encouragement and love. Now for all you viewers…I hope you like my story.

Opening her eyes slowly, Amanda awoke to the sound of silence. Complete and utter silence, unlike any other, a perfect silence one could call it. There were neither people talking nor whispers of wind, nor the howl of lone dogs or the woeful sound of crickets. There was simply…nothing.  And that nothing terrified her.

          Blinking her eyes, they slowly adjusted to there surroundings. Everything around her was a startling white, or at least everything in her line vision was. It seemed endless, this new brightness, with no shapes or forms she could make out.

"Well Dorothy," she said to herself. "I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore."

What had happened? Amanda tried her hardest but couldn't remember. What had happened last night? And why did she feel so…disoriented. The last thing she remembered was kissing her mother and father goodnight and going to bed.

Did I get drunk?

"No," she thought. "I don't drink and alcohol makes me queasy." Did I get into some kind of accident?

"Not unless it was at home in my bedroom." Did someone drop another atomic bomb? 

Amanda decided not to mentally answer that one. Try as she might no plausible ideas were forming in her head.  However, she knew one thing, she wasn't at home in her bed, waking up to 107.9 and that presented a problem.

Trying to sit up, she found to her amazement and horror that she couldn't move. A pain unlike any other gripped her so fiercely tears leaked from her eyes. For a moment, Amanda just lay there taking everything in. Cautiously, she raised her arms. Thankfully, they worked and Amanda laid her arms at her side again.

"Well at least I know I'm not paralyzed. That's a good thing right?"

Amanda mind worked furiously to find an answer to why she couldn't move and what was causing her so much pain. Suddenly her eyes started to make out the patterns above her. They were small, granular, rectangular white tiles…a ceiling.

"There goes my chances of this being heaven." Amanda laughed stiffly at her own joke. Slanting her arm, she felt the material beneath her, thin cloth and something hard, cold and smooth. Then it dawned on her, it was metal. She was laying on something metal. In fact, she was strapped to that metal.

Was this someone's idea of a sick joke? Amanda suddenly went from distressed to very angry.

"What kind of sick joke is this?" she screamed to the empty room.

"Huh? Come out! You've had your fun. Ha ha ...very funny. Now let me go", she said trying to wiggle free of her bonds.

Silence.

"Where the fuck are my clothes", Amanda wondered as the white cloth that covered her body dislodged itself from her feet. Horrible images of appalling possibilities entered her mind.

Amanda screamed repeatedly, always getting the same sound of her own echo returning to her. Tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks; dripping onto the white sheet. Her breathe harsh and exhausted was lined with sobs.

"Please, somebody. Anybody…"

"Help me", she whispered before she fell into a dead faint.