My eyes open to a dark room, on the floor, with my back pressed up against- something, a bed, probably. Pushing my hand against the ground I manage to lift myself up off of the floor facing the only visible entrance to the room. Semi-visible in the dark; a large barricade of some sort, likely a metal rod, is situated in the catch on the lock-side of the door, making it nearly impossible to get in. And except for the sandwich sitting next to me and the figure sitting in a chair in the corner, I would've been likely to believe it.
"You're awake." the figure says. Recognition flares in the back of my mind, but my brain can't seem to make its way past the hazy layer in my thoughts, blocking connections with little fizzing clouds blasting them apart.
"I don't- don't, don't, uhh..." My voice is dislocated, disjointed, and lilted. Fear? It seemed more primal than that. Terror? No, that couldn't explain it either. I pressed my hand against my forehead to try and quell the pain.
"Shh.." the fig