Chapter One EPOV
a/n I wanted to try something out. This will probably be a short story unless it develops into more. I have been playing with this idea in my head for a while now and I wanted to make sure I got it down on paper, so to say. (At least out of my head). Please enjoy.. there is not going to be any heavy angst, no heavy violence, and no abuse. Thanks for giving this story a chance. I hope you enjoy it.
PS: I suck at summaries I always feel like I give away too much, so there won't be one. Faith goes a long way. Just try it, and if it sucks you can always go to my favorite stories list. I promise there are really good ones in there! ;) Thanks for trying.
Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns all things twilight.
3 months.
3 fucking months.
I have been in this goddamn basement for 3 fucking months and I am going insane.
There are no windows in the concrete walls and the only door is thick steel or some shit with at least 5 different locks at the top of the rickety staircase.
I am a fucking 24-year-old man standing tall at 6'4" and weigh over 200 lbs all muscle thanks to my brother Emmett who makes me work out with him. And I was drugged in a second passed out within a minute and woke up in this god forsaken basement.
I still can't wrap my mind around it and it's been three fucking months.
I stare up the stairs at that steel door just willing it to open. Willing someone to come through it and tell me this has all been a joke because I just can't fucking process it.
No one has spoken to me at all. There has just been food, if you can even call it food, shoved through a mail slot sized hole in that fucking steel door. I can always hear people upstairs though. Always.
When I first woke up down here, I tried everything. I banged on that door for hours and I shouted till my throat was raw. I even fucking pleaded. I got nothing. Not even a shut-the-fuck-up.
After the first week, I started making marks on the wall with a rusty nail to mark my days in purgatory. I have checked every corner as well and I have got no way to escape. I have had a lot of time to figure it out too. That door never opens either or I would try to fight. No, I have been in this goddamn basement for 3 fucking months by my fucking self.
Slowly. Going. Insane.
Review for more. I need inspiration that will come from want. I already have the next chapter from Bella's POV but after that, I got nothing written. I will try to keep regular updates, bi-weekly probably. If you are interested, hit the review button and then add as follow story so you can keep reading with me. Thanks.