Chapter 1- The Man

My head is aching. My hands are cracked. My eyes are swallon blinding me seeming to stay shut. I move to find I can't. I wriggle around to try move but I can only slightly feel a box under my cracked palms. My finger burst through the side of the box leaving a small gap. I can feel warmth against my body as if a light were shining upon me. My back aches in agony and my top is soaked. I slowly reach to my back, to feel my fingers covered in what I think is blood. I shiver as a slight breeze blows through. Footsteps start to become louder and louder in my ear. I tell myself, it's just a dream. The warmth disappears. A hand reaches down and crushes my shoulder.
"Welcome Christi."