Trapped

Write a scene where someone is trapped in surroundings with no or little prospect of escape in the near future.

Have I opened my eyes? It feels like they’re open; if they are then its pitch black. Maybe I’m asleep; no definitely awake, that hurt, right through my leg. I can’t move it. Okay so I’m somewhere. Look up, ah, I’m down; the black is bluer up. Can I stand?

‘Oh Fuck!’

‘HELP. HELP. CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?’

I can’t lay here. Is there something to hold? Grit. Cold. Damp.

‘Ouch.’

Near the side, a wall maybe; rough, full of little ledges. I need to get closer. Shit my hands. Push through it. Cold. Hot. Breathe.

Was that someone?

‘HELP. CAN YOU HEAR ME? HELP.’

Where is everyone? Think. How did I get here? Yes, I remember, took the rubbish out, then being here. What else? Slipping, I slipped on something, ice?

‘HELP, HELP.’

Why is my face stiff? Dried. Ahhh. Sore. A cut. Is that why thinking is hard? There was a coal delivery today. I could be warm in front of the roaring fire; imagine that: the flames pinking the coals; Tigger on my lap. Even the cat isn’t around. Bet he’s warm.

‘TIGGER?’

Nope. Got more sense than to be here with me. Was that someone?

‘HELP, HELP. PLEASE HELP ME.’

Okay; what have I got? A wall, a leg, sore hands, a bumped head. Stupid. What have I got to help me? A wall. What use is a wall? I can’t feel anything else.

Is it getting warmer? It feels warmer. A voice, someone there?

‘HELP.’