Sally wakes painfully. She can't see anything. As she feels her surroundings, she gets worried. She seems to be in a box. The walls of the box are embedded with razor blades. Something has been placed in her hand; a tape recorder. She presses play, unsure of what else to do. A raspy voice begins to speak.
"Rises and shine, Sally. I want to play a game. You were once a celebrated student in your school, but for reasons unknown, you turned to self mutilation. Some might call you a Deserted Soul that has lost it's path; but don't worry, I'll guide you back to the path. Right now you are lying in a coffin on a bed of razor blades. As you no doubt have found, blades also line the top and sides of the coffin, so I'd be careful if I were you. There is one key to open the coffin. It's closer to you than you know. Live or die; make your choice."
Sally lay there, crying to herself, as she begins shifting through the razor blades that made her new bed. She stops briefly as one of the blades is lodged into the palm of her hand. She slowly raises her hand, and using the other, removes the blade. Immediately after, she feels the warm trickle of blood run down her arm.
She continues to search.
slash
More blood flows from both arms as the blades continue to cut. Sally cries louder now, out of what was perhaps a mixture of pain, frustration, and hopelessness.
This was going nowhere. There was no key within the reach of her hands. Sally rests momentarily, and then begins to move her feet. More blood flows as she cut her feet and ankles on the blades. She is getting exhaused from both blood loss and restless searching, unsure of how much longer she can keep this up.
There!
She feels something; not a blade. There are no sharp edges. She pushes the object with her feet until she scrapes her knees on the coffin lid, spilling more blood. She reaches desprately for the object, and finally reaches it. She holds it with both hands trying to figure out what it is. It is not a blade, but neither is it a key. It is a necklace; a cross.
Unaware of why she does it, Sally puts on the necklace, only to find that she is already wearing one. Whoever had done this to her gave her a necklace. She freezes as a glimmer of hope appears. she feels the necklace she was given, and is relieved to find the key. Sally laughs. It was right here, all along.
She pulls off the necklace and searches for the lock. It too, is right in front of her. She inserts the key and opens to coffin to find herself in a small room, the door wide open to reveal the beautiful world outside. There sits a single table in the room. On the table is a tape. Sally looks toward the door and back to the tape, taking into consideration her loss of blood. She feels woosy; weak. She leaves the tape and walks outside, looking for any hope of help to arrive.