Chapter 1 - Confusion [Time Will Tell]

Let's beat this dead horse again

Hello! This is the first story I've sat down and invested time in, and it's had a lot of revision as I've improved in writing. Tell me what you thing in the comments below!

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I'm blindfolded, and the reason is unknown. I keep stumbling around in the dark, being roughly dragged by two inconspicuous men, going down what seems to be a long, echoey corridor. It has been 2 minutes and 47 seconds. Or from how long I've been conscious. I tend to keep counting the seconds when I'm stressed. It's a bad habit. I don't know, I could be counting to my death. However, in an attempt to shake away those thoughts they jerk me around while I keep stumbling down to wherever they're taking me. Their shaky breaths are the only thing cutting the thickening tension emerging from our hurried footsteps.

Suddenly we stop. One guy let's go of my arm and starts fumbling with what sounds like keys. The other guy tightens his grip around my arm, most likely to ensure I don't try to escape. I hear the second man insert a key into the door and it unlocks, and I hear it creak open. Then I hear a couple gasps come from within. Next, I'm airborne as I'm tossed into the room and fall on my constrained arms and face. I hear a low chuckle and some shuffling. The door closes behind me and I hear the keys lock the door back and jingle mockingly down the hallway until finally the only noise I hear is from whomever is in here. I hear someone approach me and they help me up and unties my hands. My knees give out slightly, but I stand upright. I mutter a inaudible Thank you and pull off the thing used as blindfold, which is just some old dirty fabric.

I'm startled by the light and give myself a few moments to let my eyes adjust to it. I then take a good look around the room. It's a long rectangular room with a large window that has crisscrossing iron bars over it, letting in some decent sunlight. The room itself has beds on every side of the room. The larger sides of the room have 10 beds each, however the door takes up space on one side. The other smaller sides have one each, most likely to make up for the space lost by the door. 20 beds in total. Each with one person on it except for one. All the beds look the same, dingy and old. Every person in this room is of varying ages, sizes, ethnic groups, and personalities. But one thing is noticeable. I look the youngest.

Out of everybody I've seen since my eyes adjusted, three faces stick out the most to me. The first face is at the end of the room to my left, under the window. He sits on his bed, arms crossed, glaring at me menacingly. He has spiky hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. He has bright hazel colored eyes and is slightly muscular, or from what's seen anyway. However his presence feels very dangerous. The next face that stood out to me was diagonal from where I landed. She had a softer, more solemn look on her face, almost as if she's...pitying me. As if she knows something I don't? She has bright blue eyes and scarlet hair, though her roots are black, and its braided back into a long braid. She looks closer to my age. 18 years old? Or possibly 19? The final face is directly across from me. He was shuffling back to his bed, so I assume he must of been the one who helped untie me. He has a mix of honey brown and blond hair and it's mostly swept to the side, in an attempt to keep it out of his face. He has facial hair growing and lining the outline of his jaw. He has bright, peridot-green, calculating eyes. Unlike the man with the spiky hair, he is visibly muscular, which makes him all the more intimidating. He looks to be about 24? Or perhaps he's 25? Even though I estimated their ages, it still looks like they've been here for decades.

Regardless I stood standing there. Confused on why I'm here and what I should be doing.

"Great. Another one" the spiky-haired man mumbles. However I ignore him and dust my clothes off.

"Hey" the man with the green eyes says, "Might want to move out of the way. It's lunchtime."

Lunchtime?

That's when I hear a few sets of footsteps coming down the hallway. I scurry away from the door as the door unlocks and opens. A man steps in front of me and the rest of the room, holding a metal baseball bat. I slowly step back. Then two more people emerge holding bowls with some kind of substance in them. He waves his bat around slightly.

"This is just a safety precaution." he announces condescendingly," Wouldn't want anybody getting any bright ideas. That would cause someone to get hurt. Again."

The guy at the end of the room scoffs and rolls his eyes. Assuming it must've been referred to him. The two others in the room place the bowls of 'food' on the ground. What's a little frightening is that they all wear black. No variation of color, or even a set uniform. Just black

"Eat. Could very well be the last thing you do eat." He chuckles and the three leave, closing and locking the door back into place. I hear lots of shuffling and next thing that happens is that I'm roughly shoved out of the way and I land on a bed frame, causing me to black out.

I wake up a little later with the man with the green eyes carrying me over to the vacant bed. My head is spinning and my shoulder hurts really bad. Everybody is scarfing down whatever the substance is in the bowls. And violently.

How long have these guys been here, that they've descended to such a belittling point of savagery?

I'm pulled out of my thoughts, when the man touches the area where I landed; I wince. I pull my sleeve up slightly and see my arm starting to bruise. It's scary -  bruises never really show up on my skin. It causes me to slightly hyperventilate. He bends down slightly.

"Hey" the bass in his voice catches me off guard. I try to avoid eye and try to adjust my glasses. That's when I notice they aren't on my face. I feel around and they're in my pocket so I adjust them accordingly. They end up falling off, and upon further inspection, the arms got cracked.

"Do you think you can manage?" He gives me a soft, concern look. Nearly resembling the woman with the red hair's look.

"I should be fine. It just hurts slightly"

is what I wanted to say but it never made it out of my mouth so I just look odd with my mouth awkwardly agape.

He stands upright and scratches his head slightly showing a slight smile, in an attempt calm me possibly. He looks to the others scavenging over the food in the two bowls

"These guys. They act just like animals." He turns to me,"You can sleep in this bed. It's always been empty. Try and get some rest yeah? The food isn't worth it. They come by again later and give us some water to all of us so I'd suggest waiting this out." He walks back to his bed and lays across it staring off into nothing. I curl up, contemplating what just happened, while trying to ignore the increasing the pain in my arm.

It doesn't make since. Why am I here? Why can't I what I was doing? Why can't I seem to anything at all? What happened to me?

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