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Black Box: Part 2
For what seemed like forever I waited, I had no way of knowing if it was for hours or days. My stomach never growled, my mouth never watered, nor did my eyes grow tired. The box never changed, and neither did I.
I ran out of subjects to ponder in the waiting hours. My family was always in the front of my mind. Did they know where I was? Were they looking for me? How were they doing? Until I looked up and remembered my predicament.
I was able to sleep sometimes, only because I was so bored. I hoped that something in my dreams would awaken my mind and help me to remember how I got here, but I never dreamed.
When I woke up from a deep sleep, I hadn’t planned on taking, I thought I heard breathing. Shallow, but steady, the breathing was there.
My heart beat in my ears. Sliding the blanket off my chest, I sat up in my bed and brought my knees to my chest. As I put my hand down on the bed to move myself backward, I missed the bench and fell to the floor with a thud.
The breathing stopped.
I froze, waiting for something.
Anything.
“Hello?” said a male voice about a foot from my face.
My eyes got wide. I surged backwards with a gigantic push on the floor. My shoulders smacked the metal bar supporting the mattress. I…
