Pleasant warmth, the scent of roses and vanilla was in the air. I felt safe. Comforted. I was a little girl again my mother with me as we went through old boxes of her wedding memories.

" I never imagined that I would get married, but your father, he came at the right time, he was like a king and treated me better than any other man I had ever known," my mother happy before her incident.

I craved these memories; they were all I had left of her. In my dream my little hand found a vase with forget-me-nots on them. Forget-me-nots, why were they so important? I couldn't remember why but I was soon pulled away from my happy dream world.

Every single muscle in my body hurt... even muscles I didn't know I had hurt like crazy, probably the worst part was that I had a mind splitting headache. I groaned in pain as I opened my eyes, I immediately wished that I didn't, I was in a mostly brick cell, one wall all bars. It smelled like that there was a decaying animal in the cell mixed with baby puke, it made my stomach do a backflip as I almost threw up myself. I rolled onto my back and heard a metal chain clank and my ankle felt numb and heavy. I looked at my leg and saw a thick, rusty shackle wrapped around it and a long, heavy iron chain lead off of it towards the south brick wall.

I sat up and began to check myself for broken bones or any other major injuries, I was pretty sure that my wrist was fractured but otherwise I was ok. I looked down at my clothes and saw the horrid neon orange and yellow jumpsuit, it was disgustingly stained with swears of dark red and green. I dry gagged as I tried to not imagine what those stains were from; I stood up deciding to try out how far the chain would let me travel around the cell. I was able to walk from the east to west walls, meaning that I was able to get to a grimy toilet and sink then to the cot on the other side of the room.

I had also tried to reach the north wall with the bars but I was pulled to a halt about... six or seven feet before I was able to touch the thick bars. I take a deep frustrated voice wishing that I could cry out for help; do anything to get noticed by whoever could save me. But I knew that I shouldn't, that if I drew attention to myself that I would just end up getting hurt in the process by my captures. I hear what seems to be is gears turning rapidly, or wheels rolling across the ground. I was scared my heart pounding faster and saw on the wall across the hall the shadow of the creature that took me.

I dove for the bed, I didn't want it to know that I was awake, I pulled the thick covers over my head, the thick musty smell almost making me wretch. The sounds got closer and my heart kicked into high gear, sweat shining over my skin. I heard the cell door creak open slowly, I felt like I was in the middle of a horror movie, the victim listening to the murder creep ever closer. There was a small click as something was set on the floor of the cell, then I heard the cell door closing, I throw the covers back taking in a deep breath of sweet fresh air.

After I was done take in shaky breaths of air I looked down at the floor of the cell, there was a tray of food there, like the ones in the school cafeteria. My stomach rumbled loudly as I stared at the warm food on the tray, a sandwich, chips, and milk, I was wary of accepting anything from my captures seeing as it could be drugged. I got on my knees on the floor crawling over to the tray; I reached for the sandwich lifting off the top bread. It was chicken by the looks and smells of it, just a normal chicken sandwich. The chips were packaged and still sealed so there didn't seem to be too much of a risk by eating them. I was mostly worried about the milk; there was no real way from me to tell if it was poisoned or something.

I felt like I was playing a game of chess against these creatures, take a leap of faith Alexandra, my inner voice told me. I picked the sandwich back up my hands trembling and I took a bite, I was pleasantly surprised at how good it actually tasted, there was no bitter aftertaste I would associate drugs or something along those lines with. I ripped open the chips and gulped down the milk thankfully, my stomach finally seeming to settle. As I sit there on the floor of my cell my mind drifts off to my father and friends. I miss them so much, I feel like my heart is ripping apart inside. Then another face comes to my mind's eye.

Mr. Smith, my science substitute, the one who said that he would rescue me, the one that gave me... wait! He gave me something, I pull at the neck of my jumpsuit, there's a thin chain of a necklace around my throat and I pull it out. At the end of the chain is a key, I simple small silver key, like the ones for mailboxes, I hold it in the palm of my hand. It seems to pulse, like it was a heartbeat, somehow this little key is comforting for me, it won't help me in anyway in my current situation but I know that I will need it later. My heart yet again falls, if I ever get out of here, I sit up back on the bed, the canvas like sheets getting fisted in my hands.

Tears flow like rivers from my eyes as I cry; I scream out swears at no one, I cry out names of the people I love, of the people I hate. I can't hold it in, I just let it overtake me, a huge wave of anger, sadness, and in the middle of it all determination. I was determined now, determined to get out of here, nothing would stop me, nothing at all. I scoot off the bed and onto the floor, I get in the sit up position and begin to sit ups, One, two, three, four, five. I do a set of 40, take a small break then begin again, I end doing five sets. I get tired of sit ups and stare up at the ceiling; I see a water pipe going across the top, low enough that I can grab it.

I stand and do a small hop grabbing the pipe, it's sturdy enough to support my weight and I begin to do chin ups, one, two three, four, five. I feel my arms scream in protest as I do a set of 50, I take a break dropping back to the floor of the cell rubbing my arms, then again another set. I think I did five or six sets of 50, after I was done with that I started to do pushups, I lost track of how many I did, or when I finally fell asleep on the floor of the cell, I dream, think of all the wonderful things in my life. Tears flow anew from my eyes as I sleep unable to control them; I wake up to the sounds of the salt shaker machine thing coming back to my cell.

I get up so that I am in a sitting position on the floor and glare up at the machine as it opens my cell door and rolls in. Its voice is cold, just like it was when I first heard it as it killed my school mates. I glared up at it angrily as it said, "Follow me human prisoner," it paused for effect, "Or you will exterminated!"