Hello! So this is my first fanfic ever, so any feedback will be very welcome. I do so hope that you enjoy this! R & R :)

I woke up from a dazed and hazy stupor strapped to a chair. My head pounded, and my neck was aching. I opened my bleary eyes to see a strange white room that was completely unfamiliar to me. The white painted walls were chipping with age, and the whole room stank of mildew and damp. A fluorescent light hung above my head, much too bright for my tired eyes. I moaned and shut my eyes to block out the sharp wave of pain that crashed down on me. My head was pulsing with a menacing headache, my stomach rolled uncomfortably and my body ached from having been sitting in this chair for who knew how long.

"Skylar?"

My eyes flew open at the small voice despite the bright glare of the light shining in my sensitive eyes. It sounded like a small girl's voice, shaky and scared. She was most likely in a similar situation, strapped in a chair as I was. We were back to back, but when I craned my neck I couldn't see her. It was just the two of us in this small room, but I didn't realize that she was talking to me for several moments. I hadn't recognized the name she was using for me.

"Skylar are you okay?"

If that was my name why didn't I recognize it? Ignoring my heightening panic, I answered her.

"I'm fine." My voice was hoarse, my throat throbbing uncomfortably. The insides of my throat felt like they had been rubbed raw with sandpaper.

Have I been screaming?

There was a small sigh of relief from the young girl seated behind me. "I...I thought you...you were..." she didn't finish as she burst into tears. She didn't have to finish her sentence for me to understand what she was going to say. She had thought I was dead.

I sure felt like I had been dead. Now that my body was catching up to my head I was starting to feel even worse than I had when I first opened my eyes. Looking down at myself I took stock of my injuries. My wrists were red and throbbing, blood oozing from the raw skin and drying on the thick straps around my wrists. My arms were bruised heavily in patterns that looked like suspiciously like handprints. There were also several shallow cuts caked with dried blood decorating the tops of my arms that burned faintly when I moved. My chest ached with the rise and fall of my breathing, and I suspected more bruising there. My face felt pretty banged up. My lower lip was cracked and bleeding, and I felt more dried blood caking my face from a cut above my eyebrow.

I could hear her quiet sobs from behind me. "Really..." I whispered to the girl through clenched teeth, "I'm fine." She quieted some, but I still heard the occasional sniffle.

But I wasn't fine. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was trying my best to take deep breaths so I wouldn't alert my small companion to my distress, but it was getting increasingly difficult to rein in my panic. I wriggled uncomfortably in my chair, hissing when doing so agitated the tender skin on my wrists and ankles. Glancing wildly around I took in the room, looking for a door, a window, anything. There was nothing within my line of vision, so I assumed that the door must be on the opposite side of the room.

I shivered. The room was cold, and all I was wearing was a tattered white T-shirt and black sweats. The sweats were thin and worn, providing little in warmth. I curled my toes trying to warm them, my feet were bare against the cold concrete. I leaned back against the chair, trying to calm my increased breathing. I focused on the small things that seemingly didn't matter, but it helped to calm me down. My hair was long, black, and braided. Strands of hair were falling out of the braid here and there, like it had been a while since it was first braided.

"How long have I been asleep?" I needed a distraction, and I needed to stop thinking about how much I didn't know. My mind was frighteningly devoid of memory. I needed to focus on what I did know so I wouldn't hyperventilate. I felt precariously close to the edge.

"A long time, but I don't know. It was scary. You weren't moving or anything." she whimpered.

"Did...anyone come in while I was out?"

"Just the guy that brings food."

"Did he say anything?"

"No...he just unstrapped my arms so I could eat. It was gross, but I was so hungry. I'm still really hungry..." her stomach rumbled as if to attest to the fact.

"How long ago was that?"

"I don't know, a long time I guess."

I desperately wanted to ask questions about whether or not she knew where we were or why we were here, but I stopped myself when I realized that she probably didn't know about my sudden amnesia. I couldn't ask any questions that would alert her to the fact that I didn't have any memory. I pushed down the whimper that threatened to slip past my lips.

"I'm sure they'll bring us food soon..." I trailed off when I heard a commotion. It sounded like voices and the pounding of feet...heading this way.