A/N: This is my first Saw fanfiction - It will become a series as soon as I figure out what is going to happen to beloved Adam... Please let me know what you think and how I can change this story. This is probably my first shot at anything that is relatively 'horror-esque' too...

Disclaimer: I don't own Saw or the characters, I just like to play with them, in hope to help their dismal lives get somewhat better or worse.

Your life flashes before your eyes when you die, or when you are moments away from death. I didn't see my life in front of me. All I saw was this room. My tomb.

Whenever I thought about dying, though, I never thought about it often, but when I did, it was definitely not chained to a sewage pipe in a bathroom with the stale stench of faeces and the bitter copper smell of blood. No, it was somewhere nice, with lots of chicks. Death by orgasm. Not like this. Not by dehydration, or going mad, or from starvation. Something painful: No.

I don't know how long I've been here, it could be a few days, weeks, hours or even minutes since Lawrence left. I needed him and he left me. He needed help too.

Silence. I couldn't bear. Not this quiet. If I tried to listen, what good would it get me? I'd get tired of listening or attempting to listen to the sound outside. There was nothing there. There never had been, but my mind was playing tricks on me. I definitely was going insane. I really was. I could start to hear things. Conversations. They were muffled, but they were there.

Help? More torture? Death? No, I don't want that. I've learned my lessons now, and I wish that I could scream that from the top of my lungs. I don't have any voice though. My throat is so dry, my lips chapped. I don't think there is enough saliva in my mouth to wet my lips, let alone to moisten my throat.

Creaking. I try to squint out at the door; I was definitely, most probably going mad. There were footsteps coming towards me. I know for a fact that no one would come and rescue me. No one would have noticed my disappearance, and I'm sure Lawrence couldn't walk back in to get me. I felt hands, they were definitely real, real and warm on my leg. The chain breaking through the deafening silence, piercing my eardrums as it rattled and dropped.

At that moment, all thoughts went out of my head.

This... I don't know if it was good or bad. Firm hands picked me up and carried me out. As the light hit me, I remember nothing but darkness.

The thing that flashed before my eyes then was nothing.