Macey Joy Livingston
18 - Aid - Female
Alone and Afraid
Macey's breathing was shallow as she slowly came to consciousness, peeling back her eyes to the start of a new day. She started to stretch but suddenly froze when she just felt cold, solid metal beneath her. Her eyes shot completely open now, trying to take in her unfamiliar surroundings, but Macey was only met with darkness. Her head started spinning as she tried to calculate where she was. Hadn't she just been asleep at home? Was she kinapped? How had she slept through all of this? Macey commanded herself to keep calm and still as she listened and felt the area around her, she had to get a grip on where she was if there was any hope of piecing together this puzzle. She slowly crept her way forwards until her outstretched hands hit more metal - it seemed to be a wall, but she wasn't in a room. This whole time Macey could feel that they were moving, slightly swaying. Was she in a car, a plane, some other form of transporation she wasn't aware of? There wasn't really anyway she could find out.
Frustrated Macey rocked back on her heals, without her sight she felt hopeless and helpless. The complete darkness was starting to eat up her courage and sanity...she wasn't sure how much longer she could stand not knowing where she was, or even how she'd gotten here. It was the latter part that frightened her the most. Why couldn't she remember how she'd ended up in this place? There should have been some sort of clue or memory left in her mind, but every time Macey tried to think back she couldn't find any answers. The more she thought, the more she realized she didn't know anything about herself. "My name is Macey Joy Livingston..." she whispered quietly to herself, as if someone would overhear, "I'm eighteen years old..." she stopped, that was it, that was all she could remember. There was nothing about her past that Macey could bring to mind...what she did for a living, what she liked, or even who she knew. The only recollection she had was a face floating in her mind - a young face, a smiling face, with matching bright blue eyes like hers. But no matter how hard Macey tried to think there was no name to the face, no connection.
Suddenly the noises around her jostled Macey out of her thoughts. There was heavy breathing, small whispers and cries, movement - there were other people here, wherever here was. Macey didn't know whether to be frightened or relieved at human company. Most of them didn't sound dangerous - crying wasn't very intimidating. Still she felt apprehensive at the thought of other people being trapped in this prison with her. What were their intentions - good or bad? And how had they ended up here? Was it in the same way she had? Macey decided to just sit very still and very quiet, hopefully no one would notice her then since it was so dark. However fate seemed to have other plans, as the subtle movement of their contraption stopped and a glaring noise echoed against metal. Throwing her arms over her head and pulling her knees to her chest, Macey tried to block out the terrible sound as light flooded the chamber blinding everyone inside. She could here them moving around now, asking questions, calling out to one another - a sudden boldness had filled the group as they had regained their sight. Yet, Macey still sat completely motionless in her hunched position, wishing this was all just a dream.
Frustrated Macey rocked back on her heals, without her sight she felt hopeless and helpless. The complete darkness was starting to eat up her courage and sanity...she wasn't sure how much longer she could stand not knowing where she was, or even how she'd gotten here. It was the latter part that frightened her the most. Why couldn't she remember how she'd ended up in this place? There should have been some sort of clue or memory left in her mind, but every time Macey tried to think back she couldn't find any answers. The more she thought, the more she realized she didn't know anything about herself. "My name is Macey Joy Livingston..." she whispered quietly to herself, as if someone would overhear, "I'm eighteen years old..." she stopped, that was it, that was all she could remember. There was nothing about her past that Macey could bring to mind...what she did for a living, what she liked, or even who she knew. The only recollection she had was a face floating in her mind - a young face, a smiling face, with matching bright blue eyes like hers. But no matter how hard Macey tried to think there was no name to the face, no connection.
Suddenly the noises around her jostled Macey out of her thoughts. There was heavy breathing, small whispers and cries, movement - there were other people here, wherever here was. Macey didn't know whether to be frightened or relieved at human company. Most of them didn't sound dangerous - crying wasn't very intimidating. Still she felt apprehensive at the thought of other people being trapped in this prison with her. What were their intentions - good or bad? And how had they ended up here? Was it in the same way she had? Macey decided to just sit very still and very quiet, hopefully no one would notice her then since it was so dark. However fate seemed to have other plans, as the subtle movement of their contraption stopped and a glaring noise echoed against metal. Throwing her arms over her head and pulling her knees to her chest, Macey tried to block out the terrible sound as light flooded the chamber blinding everyone inside. She could here them moving around now, asking questions, calling out to one another - a sudden boldness had filled the group as they had regained their sight. Yet, Macey still sat completely motionless in her hunched position, wishing this was all just a dream.
