Emily was driving down Washington, ditching school during lunch. She wanted some boba tea from T4. She skidded to a stop as the light suddenly turned red. The seatbelt strap cut into her skin as she was thrown forward, and she sighed as her heart rate began to slow down. She was only 15 and a student driver after all. She would continue to make many more mistakes before finally being allowed an actual license. Then, there was a loud bang, a feeling of motionlessness, and then pain. Lots and lots of pain. Her vision began to tunnel and she fell into the darkness.
Gasping, Emily sat up. Her head ached like crazy. She didn't know where she was. She couldn't remember anything. Her head gave off a pound and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips.
Immediately, a young boy bounded into the dark red room. He was tall and cute, and had an evil, mischievous smile on his face that made Emily want to check her pockets for any stolen items.
"I see you are awake! How are you feeling?" He asked, forcing her back down on the bed.
Emily groaned, "I don't know. Where am I? What happened?"
The boy's smile faltered slightly. "You were involved in a car accident, and -"
Emily cut him off. "This doesn't look like a hospital, though."
He smirked and threw his arms out in welcome. "Because this is your new home! Welcome to hell!"
Emily stared at him for a moment, then passed out cold.