Snippet #2434319

Panic, terror, fear, pain, anguish, memories he didn't want, surroundings of captivity. He was an animal in a cage. A very small, very frightening cage. The young man didn't know why he was here. All he knew was that he needed out. Though he was breathing fast, he was suffocating on his own anxiety. It was as if there was no oxygen. Tiny space, no air, no breathing. Too little air to scream, to speak, to live. Yet he did anyway. He begged for help as loud as he was able, slamming hit after hit against tinted walls. They sounded thick. They sounded stifling. Get help, get out, get free, don't breathe, don't speak, breathe, scream and bellow for help, go, run, escape the unknown area.

Yet somehow, he was able to register a voice from the other side of his prison. It was a lifeline. It was safety. Ro's breath caught in his throat, cutting off his shrieks to send him stumbling to the wall it came from. He pressed his palms desperately against it, tried to force it down with his will alone. Leaning on it kept him standing. His knees wouldn't have supported his weight if he hadn't. As it was, everything was faint. His ears still rang with stubborn alarm bells. His head swam with the adrenaline fear had given him. All he was consciously aware of was terror and the voice on the other side of this wall. The sedating gas hissing into his cell escaped all notice.

"P-Please, I dunnae know where I am," bubbled Roald's voice, far softer now. It was foreign even to the student in this situation. It was too loud and sudden. Yet is was the only way he would be able to communicate with this saviour phantom. "I'm jus' a student, I attend Edinburgh Napier University, major in cinematography, I'm no one, nothin' special, please, wh-why'm I here?!"

A startled yelp tore from him again at a beep from the wall to his left, followed by a resounding shout of "Quiet.". It was enough to send him sliding to the ground. Nonetheless, he clung to this one special wall the best he could, shaky hands making sure his lifeline was still there. Anything could come from that sound... yet all that materialised was a tray with food, pills, and a plastic cup of water. "Meds," barked a voice from outside, but Ro couldn't bring himself to leave his current spot. He didn't take any medication other than vitamins. There was nothing wrong with him. Just a student. Just a student. No one special. Nothing special at all.