Darkness part one

Short story i started, the next part should be up sometime soon:

The room was dark. It was quiet. Way too quiet. My breathing, which I had thought was slow and steady, suddenly appeared rasping and desperate. What the hell was going on? I couldn’t see anything to speak of; a desk in the corner reflected the minuscule amount of moonlight that WAS shining through a tiny window near what I assumed was the top of the wall. Wait. Moonlight! That meant that It was night time! I was getting somewhere. If it was night time then…Wait, that won’t help me at all!
I tried to remember my name, which was no good, so I turned to whether I could remember where I was raised. That was no good either; I had abandoned the hope of remembering how I got to my current position almost immediately after I became conscious of my presence in this room. Why did it have to be so dar-
At that moment my thought process stopped as I felt a sudden and rude vibration from my pants pocket. I was confused for only a brief second before I realized the obvious fact that cell phones had a vibrate function, and that I must have one in my pocket! Desperately plunging for it I whipped it out and flipped it open.
“Hello??”
“Hello. Do you remember my voice?” Said a deep, accented voice, though I had no way of telling what country it came from.
“No. who is this?”
“I think the greater question is who are you? What am I? What is our purpose? Do we have a…Greater purpose?”
“What the hell are you talking about? You called me! You tell me who you are! You sound like some religious kook!” I was angry, already frustrated with current circumstances I couldn’t take it, I had to let it out on someone; This man seemed to be the perfect target for my rage.
“I WAKE UP IN THIS BLACK ROOM WITH NOTHING BUT A CELL PHONE WITH A SHITTY ASS VOICE ON THE OTHER END AND YOU HAVE THE GAUL TO START PLAYING GAMES WITH ME? TELL ME HOW TO GET OUT OF THIS PLACE OR I’M GOING TO-
At that moment a door opened in front of me and white light flooded the room, illuminating it. In the doorway was a slender, strikingly beautiful woman in official looking clothes. I stopped shouting immediately and squinted my eyes which burned.
“Who are you?” She asked quietly.

I'm liking it so far. A little rough on technique. But plot seems good so far. Keep going... I want to see where this goes.

Darkness is the perfect title by the way. A metaphorical and a literal darkness is how it begins. Good stuff.

Thanks

Want more.
I like were this is going, as in i love the whole mysterious feeling to this story.

By all means, continue sir. I like what I'm reading.

Didnt have time today but Part two will be up tomorrow so hold tight!