A/N: I wrote this for my creative writing class and then for my senior project, I made the movie trailer /watch?v=QkQvIg8up8g (just take out the space).I want to write more, I just don't know when I will have the time. R&R :D

'What happened?' was the first thing that popped into my mind when I became fully conscious. 'Where am I?' was the second.

I opened my eyes and waited for my vision to become clear before I lifted myself up from my position lying down. My head was pounding so I quickly lay back down and closed my eyes, trying to stop the world from spinning.

When it became manageable, I re-opened my eyes and slowly looked around just to get an idea as to where I was.

A hospital maybe? That would explain the machine quietly beeping that I was hooked up to. I was lying on a couch, not a bed, and there were tons of books on bookshelves all around the large, windowless room. I have been to visit people in hospitals before and they looked nothing like this.

Gently, I tried to get into a sitting position, trying to remember what happened. I noticed my right ankle was bandaged up and was about to try to stand up when I heard voices coming from the other side of the door, getting louder by the second.

I quickly threw myself onto the couch, pretending to still be unconscious. My head throbbed and my heart rate increased, causing the beeping to speed up. I tried to calm myself down as the door opened.

"Good, she is still knocked out; now this will be a lot easier. We can still turn around now and pretend we were never here." The first voice said, a little above a whisper.

"I can't do that, they'll kill her! You heard Eric, until the new tunnels are finished—" Why did he stop talking like that? Please let him not notice I'm awake!

"What? Did you hear something?" The first voice asked nervously.

"Never mind, I'm sure it's nothing." He paused for a few seconds, and then continued. "You were born into this; you don't understand what it's like to be taken away from everything you know!"

"You're not still complaining about that are you? It's been years, you can't possibly want to go back. And it's not like she'll be missing anything. Like you said, they'll probably just kill her." Just kill me?

"I'm reminded how much I want to go back when you say stuff like that. My life before here involved a whole lot less ruining people's lives."

"If you aren't going to follow my advice, I have to go." He said sounding annoyed. I heard him walk, I assume to the door.

"Don't tell anyone, I'll take care of this." Please let 'take care of this' not mean 'hurt me'!

The footsteps stopped. "When you get caught, you better not drag me into this. I can't afford to get into any trouble right now." The second voice didn't say anything, the door opened and closed and the only sound I could hear was the light beeping coming from the machine next to me.

I could tell that the guy who was still in the room was staring at me. I opened my eyes as little as possible to try and see what he was doing; glad my eyes were partially covered by my bangs. He was standing on the other side of the room looking like he was trying to figure out what to do. He doesn't seem like the psycho killer/kidnapper type, but you never know.

I don't know what I am going to do. I could run when his back is turned, but I don't know how much pressure I can put on my leg. The only other option I can see is to stay here and take my chances with him. It didn't sound like he wants me dead. At least the other guy isn't in the room anymore.

I opened my eyes, a little wider this time, he was standing right next to the couch with his hand stretched out towards me. I quickly shut them hoping he didn't notice they had been open.

"Are you awake?" I heard him ask.

After waiting a few moments, weighing my options, I opened my eyes again.

He looked at a loss for words. "Did you hear all that?" He asked nervously.

I nodded, not wanting to speak.

"Don't worry about Chase, he won't tell anyone." A noise came from the other side of the door. "We have to get out of here now. I'll explain what's going on when we get to my place."

I don't know what I should do! I could be safe now and he is just trying to get me to trust him. "I think I'll take my chances here. I don't even know who you are."

"I'm Jason, my friends call me Jace, I am 21 years old, and if you want my help, we have to leave right now!" He said quickly, again reaching towards me.

I pulled away. I still don't know if I can trust this guy. And why does he keep trying to grab me?

"I'm just trying to take that off." He pointed to the clip on my finger hooking me to the beeping machine.

"I'll do it." I said quietly, pulling the thing off my finger as he turned the machine off.

"Can you walk?" I looked down at my foot, still unsure I was doing the right thing by going with him. I slowly stood up and eased pressure onto my foot. Pain shot up my leg and I tried as hard as I could not to show it in my face.

"Yes." I finally answered. The same noise as before came from outside the room again. Jason grabbed my arm and pulled me through a door. He walked at a quick pace and I struggled to keep up.

We were in a long hallway made entirely of what looks like dirt. We passed a bunch of doors on both sides, none looking like an obvious exit.

The longer we walked the more nervous I got. Where are we going?

Suddenly we came to an abrupt stop and Jason opened the door to our left. He pulled me inside, shut the door, and locked it. Please let me have made the right decision.

"Can you tell me what's going on now? What happened to me?"

"You don't remember?" There was a pause. "Well, I guess you hit your head pretty hard." He answered. "You must have gone into some woods an–"

"Do you hear that?" I asked my best friend Isabel. We were lying on chairs, tanning by the swimming pool.

"No, what did you hear?" She looked up from her cell phone to look at me.

"I don't know, but it was coming from inside the woods."

"You probably just heard a deer moving around or something." Isabel dismissed my claim and brought her attention back to her cell.

"I'm going to go see what it was. It's not like we are doing anything anyway." I stood up and put my clothes on over my bathing suit.

"Have fun." She said tonelessly, knowing that once I made up my mind to do something, she wouldn't be able to change it.

"I'll be back in 20 minutes so we can make it to dinner on time."

"Okay."

After walking into the woods for only a few minutes, and not hearing the noise again, I decided to turn around and head back home. When I walked back the way I came, I couldn't find my house. Everywhere I looked, there were trees. Wishing I brought my phone with me, I tried not to panic and walked around trying to find my way out.

I saw a shadow moving to my left and jumped backwards. My foot got caught on something and before I knew what was going on, my leg was pulled out from under me, causing me to smash my head on the ground and everything went black.

"I got lost in the woods and then something grabbed my leg." I remembered. Jason had still been taking about something and stopped when he heard my voice.

"You got caught in one of the traps. I didn't think they would work. I thought they were really noticeable."

"Why are there traps set up in the woods behind my house?" As far as I know, I didn't leave my property.

"The woods aren't really behind your house." What does he mean not behind my house?

"What are you talking about?"

"You heard some kind of sound right? And that's why you went in?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Because that's how it works. It happened to me a few years ago and has been happening a lot more lately. Someone hears something, goes to see what it is, gets lost, and then until recently, they find their way to the tunnels, but now no one is given the chance to find them."

"And what are these tunnels exactly?"

"It's where we are now, kind of like an underground civilization." What is he talking about? He didn't give me enough time to question him. "There isn't enough room at the moment, so no one else is allowed in. I personally think that Eric is just using that as an excuse to keep people afraid of him. He is so worried that…" He trailed off when he saw the look on my face. An underground civilization? Is he kidding me, who would believe this?

I must be dreaming or something. How could there be an entire underground civilization in the woods behind my house? I probably just fell asleep watching some weird movie with my friends. Wake up, wake up I repeated in my head.

"Anyway, Eric, the guy pulling all the strings here, says people are called here for some supernatural, unexplainable reason. He says we have a higher purpose than everyone else and we are brought here so we can learn what it is." He stopped, waiting for my reaction.

Now I know I am dreaming! No one is this crazy. I pinched myself to try and wake up, but remained in the windowless room.

"Why are you pinching yourself?"

"Because I'm dreaming." I said matter-of-factly. Why am I not waking up? I thought frantically after continuing to pinch myself.

"No, not really."

"Well, I don't care." He is obviously crazy. "Can't you just take me home now?"

"I can't do that." I started to panic.

"You told that other guy you didn't want to kill me!" I accused. "If it's about keeping the secret or something, I promise you, I won't be telling anyone about any of this." My first instinct was to run, but even if I made it out the door without him catching me, I will be totally lost in that hallway.

"It's not that. It's just; there is no way to leave once you get here, since we aren't really in any given location. People from all over the world walk into the woods and end up here." He is definitely not helping me believe I'm awake.

"Give me a break, there has to be some way out of here, maybe you just aren't important enough to know about it." I really should start being nicer to him, but I can't help it. I want to go home!

"Trust me, if there was a way out, I would have found it."

"So what are my options? Stay here and live in hiding forever or get killed? I am so lucky."

"I was trying to figure that out. If the wrong people find out I took you, they would probably kill both of us. The best thing to do now is wait for my roommate to get home. He'll probably be able to figure something out."

"Great, probably." I said sarcastically, I sat down on the couch that we have been standing in front of to take the weight off my ankle.

Neither of us said anything for a few moments, me sitting on the couch, and him standing a few feet away. "You must be hungry. Do you want something to eat?" I looked at him apprehensively. "I'm not going to poison it or anything." I shook my head.

"This really isn't a dream; you are going to have to eat sometime." Dream or not, I'm still not sure if I can trust him.

Jason heated up some pizza for himself and sat down at the table to eat. "So is this Eric guy crazy, or does someone just have him convinced that a supernatural force has brought us here?" I asked as I hobbled over towards where he was sitting, still keeping my distance. He hasn't done anything creepy yet, but you never know.

Jason looked up from his food. "I don't really know what to believe anymore. Why would he make this all up though?"

"Some kind of sick joke?" I offered. "Everyone is probably getting lost and they are just too proud to admit it. He could have woken up one day and thought it would be fun to see how many people he could convince they were chosen for something special."

"Maybe."

The next few hours consisted of Jason trying to get me to believe I wasn't dreaming and explaining a little bit about the tunnels. He told me all about the, as of recent, overflow of new people 'being chosen' and Eric's fear of a revolt. Eventually, Jason's roommate, Peter came back from wherever he was and agreed to help me. He was exactly the person I needed to get me out of here. He told me that he knew someone who could tell us where we needed to go.

Jason had been out of the room while Peter was telling me about Jason's previous attempt to go back home. He had been caught by the guards and was given a warning. His friendship with Chase, Eric's son, was probably the only reason they had let him live.

"Stop giving her false hope." Jason said when he came back into the main room.

"It's not false hope; she could get out of here. She would just have to be more careful than you were."

"Are you kidding me? They have more guards and hunters out there now more than ever." Guards and hunters? What kind of place is this?

Peter ignored Jason and brought his attention back to me. "Don't worry, this time next week you will be back wherever you came from." For some reason when he said this, I felt at ease.

Three Days Later

In the past couple days, Peter and Jason took turns telling me more about the tunnels. There are a lot of strange rules here. The forest directly above the tunnels is open to everyone every day except Thursdays. Apparently it is their 'day or rest' but all the guards and hunters are forced to work that day in the forest. Peter said that the reason for this was because the forest only stays in one place long enough for anyone to leave on Thursdays.

Everything is confusing here and I'm not going to even try to understand their logic to things since I shouldn't be here much longer. I just can't imagine living somewhere where there are days where you aren't even allowed outside.

The plan we came up with to escape is to go outside Wednesday and stay in some cave until Thursday. We just have to make sure no one questions who I am on our way there or we are going to be in a lot of trouble.

My first time seeing the sun in three days was short lived when I was forced to stay deep into the cave once we got there. Even though the coverage of the trees had blocked out most of the sunlight, I felt comforted by it. Was it really just three days ago that I was tanning outside my parents' house with Isabel? My ankle was feeling a tiny bit better, but I will still feeling pain whenever I shifted my entire weight onto it.

The cave was almost exactly like the giant hallway in the tunnels because of the dull and depressing feeling it gave me. The only difference was that the walls were made of stone instead of dirt.

Jason and I spent the night telling Peter all about life in 'the real world' since he had been born here. It's weird how he could think of the tunnels as his home, but I guess he doesn't know better. I just know I'm glad I wasn't born here. The guys came to the conclusion that they would stick around in my town for a while, Jason being convinced that his family was better off thinking he was dead. It must be really bad here if he wants to leave but has nothing to go back to.

He obviously didn't want to talk about it, so I changed the subject and soon morning came. We had taken turns staying awake to stand guard and had made it through the night. Now all we have to do is wait until tonight and we will be on our way home, well my home at least. I wonder what everyone thought happened to me.

The day took forever to go by! I hate how time always does the opposite of what you want it to do. Finally it was time to go looking for the exit. We were given a general direction and told that once we found it, we would know. The three of us packed up everything we had and quietly left the cave. In the distance I could hear the guards talking to each other, causing us to constantly be on edge, always glancing around for people and traps.

I felt like we had been walking for miles when I was quickly pulled behind a tree by Jason. I guess he knew I would scream because he had his hand covering my mouth. "Shhh." He said pointing to a group of hunters a few feet to the right of where we had been standing.

"What are you doing here?" A voice quietly said from behind us. I jumped and the three of us turned around to see who it was.

"Chase, you scared the crap out of me!" Peter whispered back.

"What are you doing here?" Chase asked again. "And with her no less." He glanced at me. This can't be good.

"We are getting out of here." Jason answered. He shouldn't have told him that.

"I can't let you do that. If you get caught, they'll think I helped you! You know what my father would do to me when he finds out!"

"Don't worry; we aren't going to get caught. Just pretend you haven't seen us." I knew right away what his answer was going to be. I wanted to run, to somehow get away, but with my ankle still hurting, I knew I wouldn't get very far.

"I told you that you should have just left her!" Chase's voice was no longer a whisper. I looked at Peter then to Jason, silently begging them to get Chase to be quiet.

"Chase, don't. We aren't going to get caught, you won't get in trouble; we'll all get what we want." Peter tried to reason with him.

"I don't even know why you are with them Pete, you belong here, and you know it." No one was given a chance to do or say anything after that, because at that moment, Chase called over to the other guards who were wondering the woods and they all rushed over. They put us in handcuffs and dragged us back to the tunnels.

We have been down here for a few days now I guess, locked in a tiny room with one light on the ceiling in the center. Neither Jason or Peter know what is taking them so long to decide what to do with us, but I am thankful for the wait. Already, we have a plan to escape which hopefully works out flawlessly and we can try again to escape the tunnels, never to think about our time here again.