I Got Stuck Novels & Stories

I felt different fingers around me. I was still the same, unable to move. “One,” a hand pressed my chest, “two,” I waited, “three!” I tried moving, but it didn't work. “Try again.” “One,” “Two,” “Three,” I tried moving. Nothing. I groaned. Would I be stuck like this forever? “Could it be organ failure?” I heard a voice ask. Oh no! Could it really be that? I had heard of it, and I knew I could be stuck this way forever, in my head. Would I even be in my head? How did it work?

He leaned in closer, his face now dangerously close to mine. I tried to back away and reached out to twist the door knob but just like before, it didn't budge. "We're trapped," I declared, frustration evident in my voice. "Give me a break!" I almost kicked the door in frustration, but it still wouldn't open. "It's not moving, is it? Why don't we try to make the best of it and kill some time?" Jared suggested, but I could only scrunch my nose in pure disgust. "You've got to be kidding me... Of all people, I can't believe I'm stuck with you," I said, pushing him away, but he didn't move far. He just hit his back against the wall.

Finally, something that worked! I pulled a stool over and climbed up. The window was open now but it was small. Really small. Could I fit through it? I had to try. I stuck my head through first, trying to see how far down the ground was. But my head went through and then. I was stuck. My head was outside but my shoulders were too wide. I tried to pull back but I couldn't. I was completely stuck. "Ahh! My head!" I screamed, panicking. "Help! My head is stuck! Somebody help me!"

I'm stuck with the feeling I pushed for, I'm stuck with the weight of everything. I'm stuck with the fact that I can’t just ignore it like it doesn’t matter. Cause deep down, I know it matters. Much more than I would want it to. I stopped trying to move, my jaw tightening slightly as I exhaled again, slower this time. What the hell am I supposed to do now? I asked myself and for sure didn’t have an answer. Didn’t have a plan. Didn’t even have a direction. Just a messed up head, filled with thoughts that didn’t line up the way they should have.

I sat through all of it with my hands locked together under the desk, nails digging into my own skin, counting the minutes until the hour would end. It was hell. Pure, quiet, dripping hell. And the worst part was knowing that when the clock finally ran out, I still had nowhere safe to go. Just a cracked phone in my pocket and an offer from Professor Reed sitting there unanswered. The same offer I’d already refused twice like a complete idiot. Which I suddenly felt like I am. My phone vibrated once against my thigh. I didn’t take it out. I already knew who it wasn’t.

It happened on a Saturday afternoon when our parents were out of town for the weekend. I was in the basement trying to grab a box of old clothes from the top shelf of the storage closet. The wooden stairs were old and narrow. I leaned too far, lost my balance, and slipped. My right leg went through a broken step, and somehow my hips got wedged between two railings. I was stuck. Ass up, head and upper body hanging forward, my shorts pulled tight against me. I tried to wiggle free but only made it worse. “Shit! Jax!” I yelled. “Help me! I’m stuck!”

For exactly two glorious seconds. Everything went perfectly. Then my jacket caught. "...Wait." I tried moving. Nothing. I pushed harder. Nothing. "...Kael?" Silence. "...Kael." He turned around. "...Why are you still under there?" "I..." I tried pulling again. The net tightened around my back. "I think..." Another tug. "...I'm stuck." There was a full three seconds of complete silence. Then, Kael exploded. Not laughed. Exploded. He bent completely in half.

As I stare at them, one thought takes over everything else: I need to get out of here. I can’t stay stuck in here, especially with him. I need a way out. Rushing toward the elevator doors, I slam my hands against the cold metal, palms flat, fingers splayed. I push. I shove. I dig my nails into the seam between them, trying to pry them apart, but they don’t budge. Not even a creak. Just solid, unyielding steel, as if mocking me with its stillness. "Hello?" I call out, my voice echoing off the walls. "Anyone there? We’re stuck in here! Please help!"

I was fidgeting as I swallowed the huge lump in my throat. It had never been so real. Now I realize the fact that I'm stuck with this man for the rest of my life. I'm Stuck with Oliver. ***************************************Yes

I said before pausing… “and I have no idea how she would know what it looked like or why she would make this for me. But I’ll tell you guys one thing, you really fucked up with this.” I pinched the bridge of my nose again. I took a deep breath, letting my eyes drift closed for a moment as I struggled to articulate the jumbled impressions and emotions swirling inside me. The words seemed to be stuck, refusing to come together into a coherent sentence, and I felt a growing sense of frustration at my inability to express myself.