The Second Call Of My Name Essay
At the third call of my name, my eyes are fully open and they begin to adjust. The place I’m in is dark and I’m getting an eerie feeling. I slowly sit up from whatever I am lying in and I look around the dark, chilling room, but all I can see is black as if someone has blindfolded me. I lift my hands up to my face to feel for a cloth or rag, but I am just met with the skin and peach fuzz on my face and jawline.
“Ah...finally, you’re awake.” I hear the same voice call out in the darkness.
I look around me again searching for a face to the voice. A moment later he speaks again. “Oh, I apologize,” he gleams. “A second later a bright teal light comes from in front of me. As my eyes adjust to the brightness, I notice a teal holographic figure displayed on a glass-like wall about 5 yards from where I am.
On the wall is a five-foot tall face of a 20-something year old man with a fully trimmed beard. He wears a sinister smile on his face.
Confused, I ask the first thing that comes to my mind, “Where am I.”
The man hesitates slightly before answering, “Well…you’re still in San Francisco... if that’s what you’re asking, but not a thing to worry about, you’re safe.”
I slowly find my way off the bed, onto my feet and I start to walk around the room, searching for any sign of freedom, or any other signs of life.
I find nothing.
I try to remember how I got here, what I was doing before. Suddenly... my mind goes back, back to one thing, back to the most…