Please read..... I had to write a story for school and this i

    Please read..... I had to write a story for school and this i what I have so far.

       The room is dark, and wet. I can smell mold, but I don’t think about that. Instead I focus on the voices that have been coming from the other side of the door.  If only I could hear them clearly, but I can only catch a few words here and there.  Then the door burst open and a man walked in. He was tall, and he wore all black. I couldn’t see his face, because there was no light in the room I had been locked up in. He grabbed my arms and yanked me to my feet. My legs were weak though, from not being fed, and I couldn’t stand. Instead I collapsed into his arms. He threw me over his shoulder and lugged me out of the room. The rest of the building was just as dark and damp as the room I had been in only a few seconds ago. The hallways were never ending, and there was not much light. Then we stopped at a huge door. He opened it, and inside was the most horrible scene. Bodies hung on hooks that were attached to the ceiling. Wait let me rephrase that. Their skin hung on hooks coming from the ceiling. Whatever was underneath the skin was gone. The man threw me on a table. I screamed and tried to fight him off, but it was no use. My fate was sealed.
     Now as I sit here, thinking back on my life, I realize that there are so many things I could have done differently. I want my life back, my friends back, and my family back. To be completely honest, after you die there is no beautiful world beyond.  Instead it’s bare, just a gray room with a single chair in the middle. I am alone. More alone then I have ever been in my life. My head is spinning. I just want to get out of this room, and I want to get out fast. I walked over to the mirror that made up one of the walls. Were people watching me? Was I being evaluated? I kept telling myself it didn’t matter. I needed to focus on getting out of this room. Then I had an idea. I walked over and picked up the chair. I hurled it at the mirror, and sure enough, it shattered.
     On the other side of the mirror were faces, lots of them, all watching me with intent stares. I walked towards them. Were they real? I reached my hand out to touch one of the people in front of me. They were real, like me. “Welcome.” One of them said. “You are now like us.” “And what exactly are you?” I asked curiously. “We are the chosen ones. We become people’s worst nightmares, and their greatest dreams.” Another one said. “You, like the rest of us, were brought here by a man who seeks pleasure in torturing people.” Someone from the back said. “So like our creator, we must also try and seek pleasure by torturing others, but those who suffer will be spared, and we will instead become their greatest dream. For those who suffer should not suffer anymore.” 
      I have yet to find the pleasure in torturing others, but the others don’t seem like they have either. This is not what I want to do for the rest of eternity. I want to have eternal life, but I want to be surrounded by happiness, and love. This, what I am now, is not human. Nor is it what happens when most people die. The man who killed me turned me into a monster, and I have a feeling he knows exactly what he has made me.