Gabby

I opened my eyes, I wasn't dead, but I was lying in a hospital bed with IV's and tubes sticking out of me, a nurse came up to me and smiled.

"Hi, Gabby you took quite a spill."

"Excuse me?"

"You might not remember but when you came down your stairs at your home you slipped and fell, you had glass in your hand and punctured some organs but otherwise you are fine now."

What she didn't know was that I wasn't fine at all, I looked around me after she left and saw an envelope on the table, with my name. I opened it and it said, "Couldn't let you die now I need you for the future." I knew my time in the room wasn't over, I knew I would go back and possibly die next time. For now, though I would be known as a survivor of The Room.