BLUE PLAYER: Last Thing I Remember..

(Alright, just calm down)
I take a deep breath, releasing it slowly, fogging the glass of the close pressed screen.
(What do I know?)
I slowly tense my body, testing the strength of my bonds.

(Metal. Shit.)

I can barely turn my head, no sense of moving air. I am enclosed.
(Like a Coffin-)
(Shut up!)
I feel the rough scrape of material against my neck. I’m wearing clothing.
(Try to remember, How did I get here? Am I dreaming? I used to have this dream where-)

PAIN.

Teeth clench in a fit of nausea, heart hammering in my chest.
(Fuck! What was That??)
My temples are pounding, my nostrils fill with the salt tang of something acrid. A bead of moisture runs from my hairline to my lips.
(Sweat. This isn’t a dream..)
I strain harder against my bonds, this time to centre myself, letting the pain relax me.
(God, I’m thirsty)
Eyes closed against the searing brightness of the Test Pattern. My head throbbing.
(Please Stand By, Please Stand by, Please. Stand. FUCKING. BY!)

"AHHHHHHHH!"

The sound muted in the confines of my private Hell deafeningly loud to my ears.
(I can talk…I can Talk!)
“HEEEELLLLLPP!!! ANYONE!! PLEASE HELP ME!!”

“….please, someone help me..”