For ease of writing, I’m going to declare the “I” character a “he”.
Your story has potential, but you need more emotions to engage the reader, you also need more visuals. Other than some well worded sentences, the story is dragging.
What do I mean by dragging? The pace is slow and I know barely nothing about the main character: maybe male, maybe female, don’t know how they got there, watch and gun taken away, best friend is the guy, guy’s girlfriend is there too, he moves around in the cell a lot, filthy floor, and that’s about it. Tell me why I should care about this character. The pace is a calm stroll in the park - wouldn't they be scared or something? Instead they seem like they are taking this very calmly.
It’s not until the 5th paragraph that we find out who he’s in the cell with, but we also don’t know anything about them beyond boyfriend/girlfriend. Is the girlfriend crying? Does that get on his nerves? Is the boyfriend tapping his foot in boredom? What is he doing other than acknowledging their presence in the cell with? Why isn't he huddled with them or planning an escape?
Did they know they were being taken prisoner at the time or were they knocked out? Why did the main character stated that the ugly guards took his watch and gun if he doesn't know how they got there? Or, is he guessing as to what happened to his belongings? In the beginning, he states he doesn’t know how they ended up in the cell, but later talks about the ugly guards, which leads us to conclude he knows how they ended up in the cell. Later into the story we find out that he fought the guards who tossed them into the cell. This needs to be cleaned up to reduce confusion.
While being held in the cell, what is he thinking? I don’t hear him making any plans, which you think he’d do since he fought the guards when they were captured.
Blue is what you wrote / Rose are my suggested changes
You wrote, “I got up and moved to sit in another spot on the filthy concrete floor.” I think perhaps you should consider something along the lines of giving an impression that you haven’t sat down again yet, such as "I got up and moved, searching for another spot on the filthy concrete floor.” The reason for the change is that your sentence later on makes it sound like he’s just now sitting down again, when I thought he already was: “I crossed my legs as I sat down with a plop, and did the same with my arms.” IN addition, if you can barely see, how does he know the floor is filthy – what did he touch on the floor? Was there an odor in the room? Show me, don't tell me.
Which way did he let his head hang, forward, back, to the side staring at the crack in the wall? “Letting my head hang I just stared”.
“About another twenty minutes later. But of course I was just guessing,” how about “It felt like another twenty minutes later, but of course, I was just guessing.” The way you originally wrote it isn’t smooth, you expect something to follow immediately after the word “later” – in other words, the sentence feels incomplete.
“The ugly guards outside had taken” how about describing the ugly guards, make them seem real, let us see what he had seen.
“All concrete, four walls, the floor, and the roof. The only thing that wasn’t, was the thick heavy metal door,” – how do you know that all walls, floor, and ceiling (ceiling, not roof) are made out of concrete? There’s barely any light at the start of your story, only enough to not walk into walls and trip over feet. As you moved around the cell, not once did you mention that he was touching the walls and door. If he can barely see, how did he discover that the walls were concrete and the door was made out of metal – let alone thick heavy metal?
“I was right about the door being heavy, whoever was opening it was having trouble.” If having trouble opening the heavy door, don’t you think there would be noise of some sort? Hinges creaking, bottom of door scraping along the floor, man/woman groaning as they push the door, something? As it is, I don’t hear that door opening and I don’t think your character does either. Plus, if the door is that thick and heavy, how could he have heard the "rattling keys" that woke him up?
“If I still had my gun I could just shoot myself in the head, to help with my complete and utter boredom.” I liked this line – sarcastically funny. You might want to place a couple more well placed ones throughout your story.
The story left you curious, but it was slow getting there. Perhaps adding more details, showing more, will feel like the pace has increased.
Even though you’re writing what I refer to as an “I story”, you need to make us feel what you feel, hear what you hear, see what you see, touch what you touch. “I stories” restrict you in the ability to tell us anything beyond what the character is seeing, feeling, hearing, smelling, touching, thinking. I can read his thoughts, but not others.
You need to go back and fill in the blanks. You need to help us picture what’s going on. Don’t tell us – show us.
Here’s an example of show don't tell -
You wrote –
“How the hell did we end up here?” I mumbled angrily
to myself. I got up and moved to sit in another spot on the filthy
concrete floor. I had already been sitting in that spot for at least
twenty minutes.
The room was dark, although it was still daylight on the
outside; the small slit window high up on the back wall. Only let in
just enough light to see ones way around in the small cramped room.
Which we were now captured in.
Alternate version – just a thought.
“How the hell did we end up here?” I mumbled angrily to myself in the mostly dark room. Wait, that was a stupid question. I know exactly how we ended up here, my bruised knuckles and swollen jaw are proof I know how we got here. It’s why we were taken, imprisoned, that I don’t understand.
Through the tiny slit window high up near the ceiling, I could see that it was still daylight outside by the glow, but barely any of that light reaches into our cramped cell, instead casting everything into shadows and darkness.
Slowly I got up off the hard floor and carefully moved while I ran my hand along the cold rough walls to avoid tripping over legs, searching for another spot on the floor to sit on - preferably one that didn’t include sharp pebbles digging into my butt and gritty particles clinging to my fingers. With everything in shades of gray and blurry outlines, I decided it might be a good thing that I don't know what was sticking to my hands because I’m convinced I squashed something too. Time was hard to tell without a watch, but I’m positive I’d already been sitting in that other spot for twenty minutes, or more, based on my butt going numb. Or, maybe that numbness was from the cold floor and walls that surrounded us like a tomb.
Hope this helps - good luck!
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