Samantha Frazer

Where Am I?

Disclaimer: This story is a PG13 suspenseful tragedy I wake up in a state of panic. My surroundings so cold that I can't help but wonder if death's scythe had collected my soul. But, my head hurts, you can't feel pain if you're dead, can you? As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I start to feel around me. I'm lying on a dirty cracked cement floor, and I can make out small piles of something. Is it trash? It must be abandoned. I think, I see graffiti on the walls too.