Kaiden opened his eyes, and was temporary blinded by pure white walls. Instantly he knew this couldn't be his room. "Hello?" He called out. No answer. It was quiet, inside this room not a living sound crept for his own breathing. He started thinking back to what he'd done before this, but couldn't. "Damn..." He said through clenched teeth. His heart was beating fast, almost as if it may jump out of his chest.

He looked down to see his usual clothes were replaced by and ugly medical gown, and a strait jacket. "What is this? Is this a prank?" He whispered, and suddenly a crackling sound came. then a voice.

"Only Mentally disturbed children can find this place. Welcome to the Memory Room."

"M-mental? But I'm fine!" he yelled into the nothingness. No answer came back, only two pieces of paper. they floated down to the ground in front of him. One said Post-Traumatic Stress, the other said Creutzfeldt–Jakob. He glared at the papers. "That's impossible, my mother would've told me if I was mental!" After 12 minutes of silence the voice came back.

"What happens now is of your accord. Choose your destiny."

After that, Kaiden blacked out.

Luna opened her eyes and looked around groggliy and gasped when she felt the cold feeling of a table beneath her and screamed. "Help!!!" the quiteness filled her ears and was makeing her freak out, "Help...someone its too quite" she sat up and cried. The a voice filled the room echoing in her head as it said,

"Only Mentally disturbed children can find this place. Welcome to the Memory Room."
"What happens now is of your accord. Choose your destiny."

Cazy huh? she thiught and laughed, "I'm not carzy I"m freaking dead you moron". She laughed and stood up then hit the ground hard as she fainted, the world going black.

The sun was almost below the trees and with one more dive underneath the water she poked her head up. Jade yelled for her brother as she made her way out of the cool lake.
"Jason...We better get out. The trick-or-treaters will be at the house by now and we need to help mom out."
Stepping out of the lake Jade looked behind her shoulder at the water, but all she saw was bubbles rising towards its surface. Where was he? Where was Jason?
"Jason? Where are you?" No response. Without a second thought she dove back in looking wildly for him. Her mind was filled with jumbled thoughts, but she paid them no attention. She just kept diving over and over and over....
Jade woke up from her nightmare screaming his name "Jason! Please don't leave me..." She was crying for quite awhile before she looked up.
"Only Mentally disturbed children can find this place. Welcome to the Memory Room." Jade's eyes widened, before the strange voice continued, "What happens now is of your accord. Choose your destiny."
Mentally disturbed? Sure...she had some horrible nightmares and could not seem to see anything but her beloved brother Jason. But that was just him being silly! He was just tricking her by changing costumes all the time...right?
Sitting up she reached up to steady herself as she got out of the bed only to realize her arms were completely immobile. What the heck is this? Twirling around she tried desperately to get out of the strange contraption only to hit her head on the nearby railing on the side of her bed. Before she passed out Jade had one last thought...
You know? I never thought about it...Where the heck does Jason get all those awesome costumes? I need to ask him about that...Halloween is coming up.

Damian rolled, uncomfortable laying on his side, but suddenly surprised when he discovered he was already on the edge of his bed. His eyes shot open wide as he fell, shouting, and attempting to catch himself -- unfortunately, his arms wouldn't move. He hit the ground with a 'pah-thunk', able to hold his head just right so it didn't meet the tiled floors... wait... tiled? Damian's eyes opened fully, ignoring the blinding lights as they crashed and reflected off white walls. His room didn't have tiles, or white walls, and normally his arms moved. He attempted to move again, managing to sit up, but still unable to move his arms. Looking down, finally, he realized that he was in a straight jacket, his clothing had been replaced by a medical gown. His eyes narrowed as he looked around the room, using the edge of the bed to heft himself to his feet.

They'd done it. They'd finally done it. They managed to kidnap him. They were going to keep him quiet by whatever means necessary... "Hey! I know you can hear me! You better let me out of here right now!"

His only reply was static followed by a singular voice, it didn't seem to be responding to him however. "Only mentally disturbed children can find this place. Welcome to the Memory Room." Damian's eyes narrowed further, looking around the room for a way to free himself. He wasn't mentally disturbed and he didn't care what this place was called -- he just wanted to get out of here before they hurt him. "What happens now is of your accord. Choose your destiny."

"I want out! That's what I want to happen! Let. Me. Out!" A mixture of fear and anger washed through his system. "I'm not mentally disturbed! I didn't find this place! You kidnapped me! You put me here!" When no reply came, Damian figured shouting was useless -- it certainly made he feel a hell of a lot better, though. He clenched his teeth, refusing to sit back on the bed, even though the rush of adrenaline from moments ago had made him feel dizzy. He sighed, making his way to a wall and placing his forehead against it and closing his eyes.

"Hey, bro. Why so gloomy?" Damian's head whipped to the side, smile blooming across his features as he heard the well-known voice.

"Josh? How'd you even get in here man? I mean, look at the place. And why aren't you in a straight jacket?" Damian frowned, nose crinkling, as he observed Josh sitting on his bed, leaned back and relaxed like nothing had happened.

"I told ya, man, I'm always gonna find a way to ya, wherever ya are." Josh grinned, "As for that straight jacket... They kidnapped you, didn't they? Not me." Josh shrugged, smirk plastered to his features.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You don't gotta remind me." Damian coughed, shrugging.

Riku opened an eye and observed the whiteness around him. "Oh, i must've died. Ah well." He tried to push himself up off the floor, eager to see what death was like, just to find that his arms were incapacitated. By a straightjacket. "If this is death then I wish I was a zombie." He said, struggling to get up off the floor. "But I'm glad I'm not a beetle. Beetles get squished easily." He managed to sit up. His head spun for a second as the blood rushed down out of it, and as he recovered a voice sounded, echoing eerily in the tiled room.

"Only Mentally disturbed children can find this place. Welcome to the Memory Room."
"What happens now is of your accord. Choose your destiny."

Riku craned his neck, trying to see where the voice had come from. "Hey voice. Am I dead? Where are you? Could you bring me something to drink? I must not be dead, I am thirsty. Unless of course, i turned into a vampire. then i would be..." Riku continued his monologue as he got to his feet and explored the tiny room, his bare feet slapping against the cool tile. as his thoughts got crazier, his pace sped and he started to sweat, and a misplace step with a sweaty foot sent him tumbling to the ground his head making a loud whack against the tile. As he fell he thought wildly. "I don't recall owning a slip-n-slide."

"Only Mentally disturbed children can find this place. Welcome to the Memory Room."
"What happens now is of your accord. Choose your destiny."

The words brought Mickey to her senses. "Mental? Us? I highly doubt that..." She talked to herself softly. Then, she answered herself. "Well, you talk to me all the time, and according to everyone else, I don't exist."

"Of course you do, you're right there." She grinned at nothing. The straight jacket was uncomfortable, as well as the brightness of the all-white room. "Oh well. No sense in arguing with you, I suppose. Do what you want, I'm going back to sleep." With that, she rolled over and closed her eyes.

Jade's eyes snapped open and she looked over to a small side table to her right. Guess what color it is? White! With a smirk she looked down at the table only to find a small plate of food and a glass of water.
Yay! Jason brought me food! What a nice brother...
With a smile she dug in by using her mouth to grab the apple. Chewing she looked at the various food on the plate: Soup, what looked like a dinner roll, and veggies. Distracted she let the apple fall from her mouth and vainly she tried to pick it up, but her arms were still encased. Ugh Jason should of thought this through...

Kaiden opened his eyes back to the room. His mind felt like mush and then he noticed blood. "Am, i bleeeding...?" He sat up which took a while without the use of his hands. he sighed. "I wish i could use my freaking arms..." Kaiden's back was up against the wall, it was so cold that it seeped through his shirt and made him cold. He yawned and stared at the ceiling for a long time.

(Okay so I figured nobody is posting so I might as well.)
Jade was still vainly trying to eat when the door flew open. She got up slowly and peeked her head out the door and all she saw were more white hallways and white doors. Shrugging Jade walked out and started wandering until she head someone talking. Her curiosity peeked she looked around for the source until she found another door.
She knocked, "Umm...Is anyone in there?" Suddenly the talking stopped and Jade took that as a sign. Slowly she peeked in, "Hi umm...I'm Jade is anyone there?"

(Okay so I don't really care who is in the room, whoever posts first i guess...Just trying to get the story moving)