Alone

There used to be six of us, but now i'm alone. I don't remember how long I've been alone, the windowless room has kept me from seeing any sunlight. Has it been two days? Two weeks? A month? Sighing, I close my eyes and think. 

 It can't have been a month, I've barely eaten anything since what happened. The person keeping me hostage has fed me water with each passing day, but the food they give seems to be getting scarce. I have to get out of here. If I don't, i'll end up like the rest of them. 

I push myself up off the cold ground and walk towards what seems to be the exit. Getting up hurts, it hurts every aching bone in my body, and the sweat seeping into my cuts burns like a scorching fire. Was it worth it? Who knows. I won't know until I get out of here. 

I continue my way to the door and watch as my breath leaves puffs of air as it exits my mouth. Watching the hot air contrast against the cold one, proving to me how I'm still alive, even though I don't want to be. 

I take a deep breathe and push myself further along the room. Nearing the door I realize that there isn't a handle. I push it, desperately hoping it'll open. 

It doesn't budge. 

I push again. 

Nothing happens. 

Giving up on having it open I rest my head against the metal door. How could this be happening? What went so terribly wrong with that plan that it ended up with me here, alone? Why did I risk my life and the life of those I care about for this?! How could this be happening?! 

Feeling the anger rise up I clench my fist and bang at the door. 

"I know you're out there! Let me out! Let me out you piece of scum! You piece of shit! Let me go!"

I continue to bang and yell. My fists are red and my throat hurts from screaming, but what else can I do? I bang and yell until I can no longer take it, until there's tears streaming down my face and blood running down my palms from my long nails piercing into them. 

I have nothing else left in me, no more fight left. I put my back against the wall and slide down, craddle myself, hugging my knees as the tears keep falling. I let my body fall to the ground and just lay there, in fetal position. I close my eyes and feel myself fall asleep. I begin to dream about my life before. My house, my dogs, my wife and my friends. I feel myself walk towards the front door of my childhood home when I hear a door slam open. I open my eyes slowly and see a bright light. The light too bright and giving off heat. I stay in my position when -

“Hurry get up! We don’t have long to get out.”