The short story: *WIP*
As my eyes opened, I saw nothing. just black. I tried getting up, but something was keeping me down. Unexpectedly, I saw a little light slowly becoming bigger. A shadowy figure had his arm out, trying to keep what I thought was a door open, in the other hand, I saw a rough shape, he was sticking it in the door, it was a circle, I think. I saw numbers on it. All the man said was 'Goodbye.' He turned the lights on, and left.
I couldn't remember anything, I couldn't talk, and I was stuck to a wooden floor.
As I turned my head, I saw what was holding me down; a chain with some cracks in it, and 2 thin ropes, and there was blood on me. It couldn't have been my blood though, it looked like I was unharmed. There were holes in the wall. I wondered what they were for. Then as a high pitched bats flew out, almost as if I had jinxed it. Then, with strength that I didn't know I had in me, I ripped the chain and the ropes, with astonishing force.
As I struggled to my feet, the bats were all over me, I could already feel my body getting weaker with the amount of blood I was losing, I still had to escape this nightmare that happened to be to wretched to truly be a nightmare, I lost focus and my hand hit a hard object, giving me a deep cut, horrifying me, as if I wasn't being tortured in the grim light. Then I remem
this was an unrust at first, then i wanted to turn it into a couple of pages