Personal Narrative-The White Glove Society

Andy gets the hand sanitizer from the glove compartment and takes the penny from my palm. He fingers felt soft and cold against my burning skin.

The heavy clear doors slammed open one by one; big bright lights pierced my eyes above with little images of ceiling tile surrounding me that I could barely make out. People in navy blue uniforms huddled around me appearing to be in a hurry somewhere based on they’re bright red faces and the drops of sweat that were slowly dripping and collecting down they’re flushed faces, that eventually fell and exploded on my cold skin. All the commotion around me came to an abrupt halt. Now I was starring at the ceiling once again that now portrayed a blurring metal reflection of my broken and beaten down body that was bound to keep destructing and destroying. I could vaguely hear footsteps that seemed to be in the distance, but became louder and clearer with each step closer towards me. A sudden mask like object appeared directly over my face slowly easing its way down to grasp onto my pale face. Darkness now was the only thing left in sight and would stay this way for hours.

“Yeah,” I whispered, wiping the tears off my cheeks, “Yeah, I’m fine.” My whole body was trembling and my ears rang, just as they did in my dream.

"You send them there ALONE!?" my yelling had started as he shook his head, chuckling.

“Can you tell us your name?” The voice repeats, a bit more urgent. I try to respond, but I fall unconscious before I can get any words out. The last things I see are two hazel eyes dilating in panic.

It was so dark when I opened my eyes, but I knew I was suddenly

My vision; a blur. Green trees, white water, brown rocks, becoming one. My glasses had forsaken me.

All I replied with was my echoes. I kept looking, there had to be at least one person. Where was Adam? Where was the rest of TC? These questions stuck in my mind. I saw something out of the corner of my eye and smiled, a person. I ran over to where they were, they were laying on the ground, maybe unconscious. I kneeled down beside the person, they looked awfully familiar.

“Let´s see” the voice whispered again “No” it proceeded afterwards ”I have no name… what if I have yours after I kill you?”

I put on my overcoat. I ventured into the quiet street outside. The streetlight flickered. I breathed the breath of the blizzard. The atmosphere was dank. I stared at the white snow as I let the visiting thoughts that approached my mind sink in.

I gulp in a dry lump, maybe if I don't say anything and blink it will go away, I close my eyes very shakily and kept it shut for a few minutes. I heard thunder outside which made me jump

I stopped in my tracks with panic and terror in my eyes. How did she know my name? How did she know I was coming? Who was she? All these thoughts rushed through my head like a huge tsunami wave. I quickly responded with, “ Who are you, and how do you know my name?”

I open my eyes and see a whole different view. It is neither the familiar view of my bedroom nor the sight of my Math teacher approaching fiercely, yelling: “Wake up!”. What appears to my eyes instead are the gigantic, rocky gray walls, and a vast blanket of emptiness that engulfs me and the walls. From my perspective, I guess I’m stuck in a maze or something similar because there are endless entrances around me, some of which are so wide that three buses can run through simultaneously. I try to stand up, impulsively, but my legs are so weak that it takes me a while to do so; It feels like they are disused for years. I observe the surroundings, but I find no sign of life, only the great, 20-foot-tall walls of

But I couldn't fight back. As soon as the liquid was injected, I couldn't feel my arms nor my legs.

The silence shattered. All around me, I could hear mechanical screeches and squeals. The echoes and shadows of voices were overwhelming. My brain was having trouble processing. I felt blinded and lost.