I Am At My Name 's Ellie Bell

I remember falling asleep, but I don’t remember being in a bed. I had fallen asleep in the hall due to my emotional state. My body didn’t need the sleep. My mind did. I’m actually happy I did. It got my mind off all my problems and sorrows for a good while. I sit up, pushing the unfamiliar blankets off my body. I’m in a strange hard bed in a foreign room. Everything around me feels new and alien. This isn’t my dull little prison. This room is slightly decorated with light brown walls and a dresser covered with random things.

After an hour in which heaven blessed us with a can of roach repellant from one of the other cabins, I crawled into bed. Imagination whirring in my head, I conjured images of cockroaches crawling in my ears. My tired body craved sleep, but my brain was in full panic mode. I was stuck in a cabin so creepy looking, if it was in a horror movie it would be the place that characters would be murdered in for sure. And now it was full of tiny monsters that wanted to come worship the Swedish fish.

I saw supposed to be camping with my "friends" but one thing led to another and now i'm here, alone. I had been walking for hours. I got lost and couldn't find the way out since we decided to camp at some random forest, instead of a proper campsite. With no way out and being exhausted ,from walking, I decided to sleep. It hadn't been raining lately so sleeping, on the ground, wouldn't be too bad, plus it wasn't too hot or cold. I got my tent from my backpack and started to set my own little campsite. After everything was set up, I fell asleep and decided to think about what to do tomorrow.

Rachel and I are sharing our own little tent by ouself, and Mom, Dad, Grant, and Evan share a big tent. Rachel and I get changed, then try to get comfortable on top of our mattresses. Whenever we go camping, Rachel calls the warmest and comfiest sleeping bag, and everyone else just gets a normal sleeping bag. Inside the tent, the temperature is not that cold, so I only wear my feet pajamas without a sweatshirt. Rachel and I say good night and try and fall asleep. I twist, I turn, I squirm, but I do not get comfortable. Everything was quiet until, bursts of laughter uproared from silence. What is wrong with them!? I ask myself. “Rachel, I think those people are drunk…” I tell Rachel. “No ding dong, I’m pretty sure that was Jacob and Jillian.” Oops! Jacob and Jillian are Uncle Rob’s friends who came with us.I felt my face

When I wake up, I’m still in my trailer. I rub my eyes, and sit up. Stretching, I glance down at myself and I do a double take. I’m wearing an old sea-green dress. It has short sleeves, a hem that goes to my knees, and a fitted middle. On my feet are white canvas shoes that are scuffed at the edges. I stand up, shaky, and walk to my mirror. My hair is parted in the middle, and I find that it’s been dyed a darker red and has been curled as well. Makeup, which makes me look younger, shows on my face, and I spot sand between my fingernails. Confused, I walk as I look down at them until I reach my door. Just as I open the door, a hot and steamy air pulses out at me. I step out, and I find that I’m in a courtyard filled with people. A stone

Down on the floor, I turned my back slowly to the bed. I knew she might look over the edge soon and I wanted her to think I was asleep. I didn’t want to see her big blue eyes and the face I knew would be wide awake. I never slept, but I wanted to pretend I did now. If she believed I was asleep, she’d be less likely to –

I’m sitting in a room belonging solely to myself. The walls are white as snow and the room is filled with the elegant sound of absolutely nothing. The thermostat as low as it can go filling the room with cool air. The floors as cold as frozen windows on a freezing winter day piercing my body with desired chiles. In a room filled with my creative projects and spectacular assets I’m welcomed with authentic comfort and satisfaction. My boots in the middle of the floor and uniforms draped across the door my camouflage reminds me that I’m a part of society change. Its 4:00pm and my ears are warmed with loud sounds outside the door sign of relief, frustration, and the erg of relaxation. Taken in by the smell of Hawaiian breeze air freshener giving my room a fresh flower garden scent in the atmosphere. I lay down in my bed on a fluffy mattress that comforts every bone and muscle in my body. Starring into the full body mirror that bring out my true beauty effortlessly enhancing my unique body and face structure. Taking a deep breath and unwinding from a long day’s work this is what I have been anticipating all day long.

My eyes fluttered open, sighing softly. My body felt restless after that reoccurring nightmare. I stretched out my arm, getting a glimpse at my wrist and forearm- the two areas that were constantly attacked each time I relived that moment. The lavender hammock I laid in swayed, the cotton material allowing my skin to feel relaxed. I stared at the plain ceiling. It was hard to search for the motivation to get out of my hammock every morning.

I go to sleep trying to think of a plan on how to escape. I broke off a piece of wood from the small table in the same room I was in, and sharpened it for the next time you would walk in to feed me. I can hear you creep down the stairs and I prepare myself for what’s next to come. Laying down with the sharpened stick beside me, I realize that I should’ve thought the plan out more for you were a lot bigger than me and my homemade knife wouldn’t do the trick. I try to lay on it but you notice something, the table was on its

The last full day of our trip was today, so we decided to visit friends of my parents, Bruce and Martha. Their house was around an hour away from the caravan park, so we started preparing for our mini trip, finally about half an hour later, we were ready to leave. We climb into our petite black car and set off driving along the little road out of the site.Driving along happily looking out the window at all the brightly fresh green grassed fields catching a glance of the mixture of cars pass by my window.

My eyes opened slowly and unexpectedly. I yawned and stretched my body out across my mattress, arms out reaching high above my head, getting the joints warm and flexible. I sat up on the bed and looked around the near pitch black space that was my bedroom. My eyes have yet to adjust to the darkness, but I knew where everything was, all committed to memory. My room forms the shape of an L; The door leading into my room opens up to a space five feet wide and it opens up to the rest of my room in a square shape. In the right-hand corner of the room lies my bed against the wall, jet-black sheets covering the bed that I currently sit on with matching pillowcases and a white fleece blanket that wasn’t covering me at the moment, so it was probably on the floor. Next to my bed was my desk, very large and made of redwood, with three drawers on its right side and one under where the middle of the desk was. In the corner opposite of me on the left side of my room was my bookshelf, filled to the brim with all sorts of books, each one I had a very strong fondness for, and on top of it a globe and a random mess of papers, journals and writing utensils that I use for schoolwork. Directly right to the bookshelf was the small wooden nightstand that my 22-inch flat screen TV sat atop, several of my favorite DVDs and video game cases on it as well and on the floor beneath the stand was my Playstation 4 console and my 2 controllers

“Read a book?” The young ensign shook his head. The flight terminal of the space station was packed – with humans and more. Gavin Teague was barely in his twenties and had a headful of wavy black hair, unlike the bald McKenzie. His eyes scanned the crowds of people excitedly. “We’ve been cooped up on that ship for nearly two weeks, Cap. The crew needs a chance to unwind more than the passengers do. Even you.”

As dusk settled, we dared not light a candle for fear someone would discover us, but with our bellies full, it didn 't matter as we snuggled under the rough wool blankets and relaxed on the beds. On the last night, we heard a noise.

A sharp jolt in my side wakes me. I slowly open my eyes and see an unfamiliar face. I glance around, searching for something familiar about this room. The room is dark; the only light is coming from up an open door up a staircase. I try to move, but my hands are zip tied behind my back. My head feels fuzzy and it hurts when I move. Suddenly, all the memories from the night before rush back to me.

It’s still dark outside. The lampposts of the roundabout illuminate the bumps and cracks of the black asphalt aspect of the road outside our home. I look to my bedside. 6:02 AM is the time brightly displayed in white analog letters along with some information about weather and the current date. I rub my sore eyes, trying to wipe away the sleeplessness of the night before and the lack of sleep that has resulted. I hop out of bed and step into the cold shower, careful to avoid the short wall separating water from tile. A hot, steamy shower does little to wash away my drowsiness from the insufficiency of rest. I struggle to part from the liquid blanket of warmth. I drag my feet to my towel hook and continue to reset my bed and dress