Today was supposed to be like any other day. I woke up, forgot to brush my teeth for the second time, took my shower, thought about making breakfast but ultimately decided not to just to avoid doing the dishes. It was the last day I had where I didn't have to deal with the stress of work. Tuesday. My free time Tuesday. Walk around in my undies, laze around the house, doom scroll on all my social media apps while scratching my balls Tuesday. At least that's how it was suppose to be.
It was about 1:30 pm when the shift happened. It was abrasive and sudden. I didn't even feel a thing. No cloth put over my face. At no point was I was made unconscious, no point was I unaware of my surroundings, after all my doom scrolling was reserved for 4 pm, where the best content was pushed out. One moment I was in my boxers lazily rolling around in my bed, the next? I was in a dark room with my back on a cold, hard, metallic floor. I'm actually embarrassed to say that there was some time before my mind processed the changes in my environment. In such a situation, you'd think that you could react instantly. How could you not notice being in a warm bed to being laid on a cold floor? How could one not even remember being abducted or the struggle that should've happened?
But I noticed nothing for 5 minutes. No, I noticed it but subconsciously tried to repress what I was seeing until I couldn't anymore. I tried standing up but my legs was weak and shaky so I collapsed to my knees. I realized later on that it was probably from shock. It was strange really. I figured that abductees would feel incredible fear but I didn't. The only thing that I felt, that I registered, was rage. Not at the ones who took me but at myself for not knowing. Not knowing where I was, how I got there, why my legs failed me when I need them, or even if I put up any kind of struggle.
I slammed my fists on my shaking legs and stood. I took the next long agonizing minutes to steady my mind and emotions to take in my surroundings. I noticed that the air was stale, maybe even filtered. The smell in the room was nearly non existent, except for my bad breath creeping up from my heavy breathing. The noise feeling the room, besides me, resembled an old grandfather clock's gears grinding against each other along with a low hum that I couldn't recognize nor place a finger on any direction it may be coming from. It was as if the hum originated from every corner, every surface. That frightened me. For the first time I realized that I was scared. My legs felt like that would give out again. Out of desperation, I stretched my arms out to find something to keep me standing, taking small steps to whatever I could find in the darkness. Right before my legs gave way, my hands found the walls, which would have been just as smooth as the floors of not for the fine ingravings in them. I felt them, trying to see if I could make out anything familiar, to my dismay, I couldn't recognize anything. I was sure they were symbols of some kind, maybe they were something left behind from previous captures. Warnings giving hints to what awaited me. I continued to feel them, finding new strength in my legs born from this sliver of connection I had found.
I don't recall how long I felt along the walls before finding the door. It could have been an handful of minutes or even a couple of hours. At that point, time was not a concern for me. Only trying to find out what was happening to me and how I could leave that room. It didn't Dawn on me that my jailers failed to limit my movement or even I only had on a pair of old boxer briefs, so you can imagine my overwhelming sense of joy and relief when I stumbled apon the door. It was hardly noticeable with the engravings on the walls. I initially had to do a double take to realize what it was, the fact that there was no door nob and frame didn't help either. There was only an out of place pause in the otherwise continuous string of strange symbols. It, being the empty space, was tall and wide enough to resemble a door at least. After a while, I nearly convinced myself that I was just so desperate to find a way out that my mind played a sick joke on me. Depressed and exhausted, I curled up in a ball only to lay at the foot of the supposed door, shivering from the cold that I had only then acknowledged. That's how I spent my first 'night'. Alone and clueless.