Reflection Of My First Path

1311 WordsDec 14, 20156 Pages
Hour One I wake up in and find that I’m not in my bed; not even in my room. I’m in the middle of four walls encapsulated by ivy and yellow flowers. All I remember is coming home from a friends house around six in the evening and laying down to sleep. It just feels like I’ve blinked and ended up here. I don 't even remember my name. A strong voice frightens me saying: “You have three hours. Don’t touch the walls. Pick your first path wisely, each movement, step, and turn affects it all. Be careful as to, who or what you trust.” I stand up, each wall splits in half. “What do you want, though?”, I ask. “You have three hours. Don’t touch the walls. Pick your first path wisely, each movement, step, and turn affects it all. Be careful as to, who or what you trust.”, The voice tells me again. “Why am I here?”, I call out. I’m scared and alone in some sort of maze, I need some answers. “You have three hours. Don’t touch the walls. Pick your first path wisely, each movement, step, and turn affects it all. Be careful as to, who or what you trust.”, It tells me again. “Okay but, what did I ever do to you?” “You have three hours. Don’t touch the walls. Pick your first path wisely, each movement, step, and turn affects it all. Be careful as to, who or what you trust. This is an experiment to test your mind’s ability to make correct choices, and you’re wasting valuable time. You’ll get home safe and well if you make it to the middle in three hours.” It tells me. “So you 're saying if
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