Fifteen

Fifteen hours.

Fifteen hours of torture.

And suddenly my eyes open. The lights almost blind me.

Blood. Knives. Sneers. Memories. I panic.

Where am I? I whisper
Where am I? I shout.
No response. Nothing.

Blood. Knives. Sneers. Memories. My vision clears and I'm inside a room.
White is all I see.
And I realize that I am trapped.
I am hyperventilating now.

And suddenly people enter the room. No. Not people. Monsters.
One of them grins and tells me to calm down.
And I feel weak all of a sudden.
My body relaxes. My vision blurs.

My eyes close.