"-Why do you guys think we're here?"

From Create Your Own Story

They all stare at eachother, giving blank stares and awkward glances.

"No fucking idea," the blonde boy sighs. "Whatever it is I just want to know who I am by the end of the day."

"That's it? We're most likely kidnapped, abducted, our parents, our siblings, if we have any, are probably worried sick. We're trapped in this God-for-saken room, and we have no food or bathroom," the brunette argues.

"You both have a point, but really, if we're going to pull through this, we have to at least know who we are," the boy with black hair says.

"I don't care, I want to get out of here," the girl with brown hair says angrily.

"Well what would happen when you get out? You have no one to turn to since your memories are gone, you don't know where you are, what time it is, you don't even know your own name!" The blonde boy snaps.

"You don't either!" She says back, or more like she yells back.

"Which is why I want to know! Other than being thrown around without knowing shit!" He yells. You hear a small squeak and turn to the little girl with black hair. Her dark brown eyes look like they're going to spill over.

"Stop! If we're going to be here for some time, then it's best not to fight and want to kill each other," you say rationally.

They glare at each other, and just when the girl with brown hair was going to speak, a faint buzzing sound can be heard. You listen as it slowly grows louder.

"Does anyone else, feel dizzy?" The brunette asks, swaying slightly.

Suddenly, the boy with black hair to your right slumps over, eyes closed. Th brunette falls to the floor. The blonde boy opens his mouth, but then shuts it and tilts his head back. The little girl put her hands on her head, as if she had a headache, before lying down, and staying still.

What the hell is going on? You think, just before you pass out as well.

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