This one was fun to imagine. You know, assuming the hunger and thirst wasn't a thing. But whatever. I had fun :p
~Blaze

Day 8: Imagine you're not able to leave the room you're in for the next seven days. Write about each day, 50 words per day.

Stuck

Day 1

I woke up and went to school, carrying my laptop and enough stress foods to hold me over before my chemistry test. It's a huge campus, and I'm lucky the bus that I take to school every morning dumps me in front of the building that I need to go to. I'm in a program for smart, "accelerated" students, and we are lucky enough in a school of over 14,000 students to get our own lounge. It's basically two rooms located side by side in a building. You can see kids in there studying, fooling around, writing on the whiteboards that hang from the walls, and in general just have fun. We even have a keurig and a mini fridge!

So anyway, I go up to the lounge and I head to the second one. The one without the fridge, without the people. At this time in the morning it's typically empty, and sure enough as I walk in the lights turn themselves on at my movement and they show no one there. Perfect, because I have to study for my test.

I settle in on one of the provided arm chairs and I pull out my laptop to start studying. A few hours pass, and eventually its time for me to head out for my class. But when I jiggle the doorknob, it won't open. Did someone lock me in here? I call out loudly, apologetically, knowing that I'm probably disturbing someone in the other room but I need someone to get me out of here.

Nothing.

What is going on?

I try again. Still no one is responding. I turn to the windows, hoping to flag someone down. But there is no one there. Of course I'm confused- not only is it almost 2 in the afternoon on a bright, sunny day, but I'm staring at a bus stop that is literally never empty. But here it was- not a person in sight. I was alone on campus.

Was there some sort of emergency evacuation? Did people forget that I was in here? Did they even check? Is there something happening to prevent people from coming to get me?

Hours pass. I start my upcoming English essay from sheer boredom, and I manage to get halfway through before falling asleep on the chair.

Day 2

I tried the door again. Nothing is happening. I haven't even heard a car on the highways that surround the college that I'm in. Where is everyone?

I'm thankful that I brought so much food with me. My sisters always made fun of me, asking if I had been preparing for the next zombie apocalypse, if I thought I was going to get stuck somewhere without food for a month. Joke's on them now.

I'm worried about water. I have two bottles of water- one full bottle at the bottom of my bag, but before I knew I was stuck in here I had drank most of the second one. It's going to be a problem if I'm stuck in here more than a week. Although, if it gets to that point I might start trying to break the windows open or even unscrew the door. I've heard you can unscrew old screws with a quarter, maybe I can try that?

The boredom isn't hitting quite yet. I have my laptop, a backpack filled with incomplete homework, and even a book to read. It's almost a blessing being stuck here- I've never been so productive in my life. I've started studying for quizzes that are happening next week, and the paper for English is almost finished. The conclusion seems to keep evading me, but I have a feeling I'm going to be in here for a while longer.

Day 3

My schoolwork is going to be amazing when I get out of here. I've almost completely memorized the countries of the world, and I've got many of the capitals down too. My geography teacher is going to be so impressed in the next test.

I'm halfway through my book. It's called Calamity by Brandon Sanderson. Its pretty amazing- fantasy books always are. It has become a good way to distract myself from my isolation.

I've got a big family. Did I ever tell you that? Today wasn't the first time that I worried about them, but it was the first day that I worried about my separation. Were they looking for me? They had to have noticed by now. Were they suffering the same fate?

Did they even care?

The thoughts run through my mind, never ending and never quite leaving. It's a shadow cast on my time here- not that my time here was wanted, or was supposed to be pleasant.

Day 4

Its raining outside.

The weather change was something of a blessing. I was worried that this was some sort of cycle in my head, that something had gotten to me and made me insane. But changing weather means that something must be out there still, even if I see no person with me.

I'm confused. I was looking at the news online, and I noticed that nothing but the date and the time is changing. It stayed exactly as it was the first day I was here. Three- no, four days ago. Has it really been that long?

I found some expo markers on the floor, and I have decided to fill the white boards with drawings just like Rapunzel did in the movie Tangled to her prison. I think it would make me feel better.

Day 5

I'm out of water, and as I write, I am eating my last granola bar. I'm worried that in a few days I might actually be dehydrated. Already the thirst is insistent, my throat begging for even just the slightest drop of water. How am I going to make it?

The good news is that I finished all my homework for the next month- everything that I had available. I even started writing fanfictions for my favorite series- shipping characters is a good way to get your mind off of hunger, at least for an hour or two at a time.

Youtube is always an endless source of entertainment. I love the movies that people illegally put on there- usually sped up so that the characters voices are high pitched and annoying. It passes the time, though.

I took out a quarter at the end of the day and started trying it on the door screws. Nothing seems to be moving, and my fingers tire out quickly. I think the windows might be the next best option.

Day 6

The shadows.

Yesterday was overcast. Not raining, just cloudy. Today it is the same. If the sun doesn't come out soon I think I might go stir crazy. At least if the sun shines in I can pretend to be outside. I can even lay in the patches of sun, pretending to be a cat.

The isolation is killing me. I've started talking to myself to fill the silence of music, keys clicking on a keyboard, and nothing. The nothing is some of the worst. My imagination is wild, and it runs away with itself often.

Night time is horrifying. I jump at every shadow. My body aches from sleeping on chairs, and the floor is too cold to keep me sleeping long. Every time I open my eyes I feel like something is watching, waiting to do something. I don't know what it is or what it wants, but it's slowly driving me insane.

I haven't been able to hear any wind from outside, but my ears have been picking up something. I think its the sound of silence- if one can classify that as a sound. A bit of an oxymoron I think, but at this point, who cares? I can't hear my heartbeat yet unless I sit still, but I've heard stories of people going insane in complete silence so I have been filling my time with talking and incessant singing. I think I'd be doing better if I had water.

Day 7

Today felt different. I couldn't figure out why, but when I opened my eyes I just sensed something was off. Nothing looks different. I tried the door again, checked the window. I'm chalking it up to the ever building insanity and the steadily increasing dehydration. The singing from yesterday was a bad idea.

I'm too tired to do much besides watch cat videos. As long as I continue to keep myself happy, maybe I won't go insane. Someone will find me, right?

As I thought that, curling up into a ball on the same chair that I had started on, I fell into a deep sleep.

"Hey, class is starting in twenty minutes! Get up!" A hand shook me awake, and I jumped up startled. The room was still empty, except for my friend, who stood impatiently in front of me.

"Thanks." I tell her halfheartedly, throat sore. I grab her hand as I stand, confused. "I was alseep?"

"Well duh. You were studying too hard." I packed my stuff without notice. Was it really all a terrible dream?

As I moved the cursor on my laptop to close it, I froze as I saw my completed Essay as the only open window on the page.