Personal Narrative-Alexander
“Alexander... Alexander... Alexander?”
At the third call of my name, my eyes are open and adjust. The smell of dust and chlorine fill my nostrils. I sit up and become conscious my right ankle is trapped in a metal restraint that is chained to the cold concrete ground. I give the chain a few hard pulls, it’s no use, it’s blotted tight to the ground. My stomach starts to knot and my pulse increases. Where am I?
I look around, realizing I’m in an abandon warehouse. The walls are at least 15 feet away from me and a glass ceiling stretches 20 feet high were light shines in, creating elongated shadows from long-forgotten crates and racks. Two large green doors that lead to a docking bay sit far in front of me. A smaller teal-colored door sits to …show more content…
the right-side of the warehouse.
“Ah, finally, you’re awake,” the same voice calls out.
My eyes dart around the warehouse, not knowing where to look and I ask the first thing that comes to mind. “Where am I? What do you want? Where are you?”
“Hey, one question at a time,” the voice chuckles. “My name is Theodore, but most people just call me Vice.”
I pull at the chain again and try to get free.
“I don’t care who you are. Let me go!” I fiercely pull at the chain trying to break it.
“Alexander, please, calm down, there is no need to be frightened, the restraint is for your protection, we don’t want you to go off and get yourself hurt.”
“I’m not the one who should be worried about getting hurt,” I grit my teeth, continuing to pull on the chain.
“My friend, there is no need for threats, we’re not going to hurt you,” his voice is calm and soothing, like a father’s, to a frighten child.
“Then why am I here?” I yell, giving up on the chain again.
“Great question, both of you are here because we need your help.”
Both? Oh no, how could I forget. Ellie. My Ellie. She was with me. She’s the last thing I can remember. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to remember. All I can see is her emerald green eyes shimmering back at me. Wait! Why isn’t she here with me?
My eyes fly back open and I look up to the ceiling. “Where is she?”
“She’s quite all right, I assure you of that.”
“You assure me?” I yell. “I don’t even know you people, what do you want?”
“Like I said before, we need your help. You should really listen.”
“My help, with what? Why would I help you?” I say, throwing my hands in the
air.
“Now’s not the time to tell you. We need to go through a test first,” there’s a slight pause before he continues. “I don’t think it’s necessary, but he insists.”
“Test? What test? And who insists?” I ask getting more confused.
“All this will soon be answered Alexander, I promise.
“My name is Alex,” I shout.
At the third call of my name, my eyes are open and adjust. The smell of dust and chlorine fill my nostrils. I sit up and become conscious my right ankle is trapped in a metal restraint that is chained to the cold concrete ground. I give the chain a few hard pulls, it’s no use, it’s blotted tight to the ground. My stomach starts to knot and my pulse increases. Where am I?
I look around, realizing I’m in an abandon warehouse. The walls are at least 15 feet away from me and a glass ceiling stretches 20 feet high were light shines in, creating elongated shadows from long-forgotten crates and racks. Two large green doors that lead to a docking bay sit far in front of me. A smaller teal-colored door sits to …show more content…
the right-side of the warehouse.
“Ah, finally, you’re awake,” the same voice calls out.
My eyes dart around the warehouse, not knowing where to look and I ask the first thing that comes to mind. “Where am I? What do you want? Where are you?”
“Hey, one question at a time,” the voice chuckles. “My name is Theodore, but most people just call me Vice.”
I pull at the chain again and try to get free.
“I don’t care who you are. Let me go!” I fiercely pull at the chain trying to break it.
“Alexander, please, calm down, there is no need to be frightened, the restraint is for your protection, we don’t want you to go off and get yourself hurt.”
“I’m not the one who should be worried about getting hurt,” I grit my teeth, continuing to pull on the chain.
“My friend, there is no need for threats, we’re not going to hurt you,” his voice is calm and soothing, like a father’s, to a frighten child.
“Then why am I here?” I yell, giving up on the chain again.
“Great question, both of you are here because we need your help.”
Both? Oh no, how could I forget. Ellie. My Ellie. She was with me. She’s the last thing I can remember. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to remember. All I can see is her emerald green eyes shimmering back at me. Wait! Why isn’t she here with me?
My eyes fly back open and I look up to the ceiling. “Where is she?”
“She’s quite all right, I assure you of that.”
“You assure me?” I yell. “I don’t even know you people, what do you want?”
“Like I said before, we need your help. You should really listen.”
“My help, with what? Why would I help you?” I say, throwing my hands in the
air.
“Now’s not the time to tell you. We need to go through a test first,” there’s a slight pause before he continues. “I don’t think it’s necessary, but he insists.”
“Test? What test? And who insists?” I ask getting more confused.
“All this will soon be answered Alexander, I promise.
“My name is Alex,” I shout.