Personal Narrative-Recovering

I shiver awake, my hands cold and pale. Slowly and reluctantly, I uncover my face from the grey blanket. Recovering myself from the remaining glimpses of a nightmare, I blink softly, again and again. Streaks of sunlight penetrate through the window and blind my vision. I expeditiously sit up, drag my feet off the bed, and rub my knuckles into my eyes. I stretch my arms above my head and yawn loudly. Not the slightest noise can be heard along the corridor; everyone must be either awake and at work or soundly sleeping. I watch my legs dangle above the off-white polyester carpet and observe the reddening skin along my feet. Insect bites, I hope; scratching the irritation away. In the distance I hear the ear-splitting wail of the alarm. It rings once, twice, thrice and I grind my teeth as it rings a fourth time, the ominous sound echoing through the tiny space one could call a room. It was infuriating but at least I knew it was time for me to wake up.
Though the cracked window in the cubicle, I can hear the wind tearing at the panels and sending a cold chill down my spine. My feet feel numb against the swampy tiled floor, the colour now a murky brown with an occasional speck of the
She was a betrayal to the Big Brother party, and I had to report it immediately. I laugh hysterically; she obviously didn’t know I was with the party, that this whole time I had been with the party and would always be with the party. She didn’t know that, the silly girl had managed to weasel her way into this mess and there was no-one who could get her out of trouble if Big Brother found out. I grab the note and run for my door. As I run forward I am roughly pushed on the ground as the door clicks open. I look up to see a huge tummy plunging out, and a man’s face staring at me in an awkward yet cruel way. His eyes glinting as he stretches forward to grab the note out of my hand. I clench my jaw, this was not what I had