Nightmare- Alone.

I had to stand on a platform. Everyone in my group had to. All you had to do was read the question and the crowd would answer. Why? Who knows. Not me.
After Darrah read hers, I stepped onto the platform, holding my shakey legs steady with my hand firmly on the wall beside it. I took the paper from Darrah, and she whispered me a 'good-luck.' I put my hand on the wall, the other hand holding the paper my eyes were darting across. Number 9. I began to read the question, but people started yelling at me. I kept trying to read it, but each time more people interrupted and they did it louder.
Overwhelmed, I sank to my knees, leaning my head against the wall so I wouldn't fall off the platform. My eyes darted to the paper again...my question wasn't there. Where was it? Where?! I had to read it. I had to. I started to panic. My heart was racing a hundred miles a minute and had no intentions of slowing. Someone threw something at me and I received a direct blow to my eye. I whimpered, one hand now clamping my pained eye and the other holding the paper shakily, still searching for the disapeared question.
Just read the question, Laura. The others began to say softly. C'mon, just read it.
Tears started leaking from my eyes, and the peoples' yells and curses were louder than ever. They threw things harder and faster, and it felt like hail raining on my huddled-up body. This went on for what seemed like forever, and I sat there crying, and still looking for that damn question.
After forever had ended, the people stopped and they began to disapear slowly. After the mob had vanished, Darrah and a few others came up to me. Why didn't you read it, Laura? You should have just read it..Why? Why? I said nothing. I threw the paper at them, still holding my hurting eye and crying. They saw my question was not on the paper, and looked around at each other and wondering what had happened.
Next thing I knew, Ashley came up to me and started bitching at me about not reading the question like I knew I was supposed to. I couldn't take it. I lashed out on her. You're such a bitch! Why are you always like this to me?! Leave me the fuck alone, bitch! And I punched her. After that, I ran.
I kept running until I couldn't anymore. I came to the courtyard of what appeared to be a large hotel. The building overshadowed the people that walked below it.
I ran inside to a small, metal phone booth similar to the ones seen in airports, and I sat in there. I took my cellphone, and called the first person I thought of. Alex, of course. I sat there crying, listening to the dial tone, anxious to hear his voice.
Then I heard it, except it was his voice on his answering machine. I cursed, hung up, and tried again.
Same thing.
I began to call other people I knew. No one answered. Crying harder, I ran outside. All the people had vanished, but I didn't seem to notice.
I kept calling.
Anyone.
Everyone.
No one would answer.
No one came for me.
No one answered for me.
I was alone.