When I first woke up I thought that I was in Antarctica, literally. I was violently shaking it was so cold.
I was laid on the floor of this place I had no idea where it was.
It was pitch black and I couldn't see a thing. It took me ages to get up; my legs kept collapsing under me. I used my hands to help me to find my way around. I touched something that felt like a wall, it felt like it was metal, it was bumpy. After examining for a little longer I worked out it was a wall after connecting it to the corner of the floor. I then worked out the bump must have been frost or ice it was so cold. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket of my blazer. I pressed a button and it lit up, the light reflected on the wall lighting it up. There was a worn away sticker that said 'If you have any problems with your Chillin' walk in fridge please call...' and the number was ripped off. Oh my god. I'm in a walking in fridge. I scrapped my hands against the wall in an attempt to find a door or some kind exit. My fingers ran across a hinge, I continued until it hit the door knob. I pulled and pushed trying to get it open but it was locked. I couldn't get out. I was trapped.
I took out my phone again and tried to ring Harry but there was no signal. I then tried emergency services but the stupid automated woman said "Sorry, this number isn't available at the moment." I tried ringing again and I again but had no luck.
I was stuck in a fridge; it was getting really cold now. I can hardly fight it off. I blew breath onto my hands but it just made them colder.
I realised my anger and frustration out on the wall.
"HELP ME."