Disclaimer: I do not nor will I ever own Stand By Me or The Body.
Author's Note: I've been really inspired to write this story for a while now. Hope you like it. Cheers!
Drip. Drip.
Her lids fluttered open as cool drops of water splashed against her hot cheeks. Weakly, she sat up in a daze as her tired green eyes adjusted to her surroundings.
The girl was in a room: how she got there, she didn't know.
She looked around attempting to piece together her exact location.
The room was small, damp, and dark- it probably could only fit around ten people at a time. The floor was made of pure cement; it was hard and cold to the touch. The walls were made of brick and did not include any windows for sunlight. In fact, the only light in the room came from a small light bulb loosely hanging above the girl's head.
Hoping she wasn't severely hurt, she began to feel around her face for any contusions.
Dried blood clung to the tiny hairs of her eyebrows; her cinnamon curls were coarse and tangled. She winced as she gently poked at her slightly swollen right eye. Her whole body ached and every time she tried to move, sharp pains stabbed at her insides. Her head was spinning and her stomach was tied in tight knots. She was hungry, she was tired, but most of all she was scared.
She didn't know how long she had been contained but she knew that she needed to get out of there and fast.
Darting her eyes back and forth, the girl looked for a means of escape and after much squinting in the dark her eyes caught a glimpse of a narrow metal door on the opposite end of the room.
Freedom.
Slowly, she stood up: her hands pressed against the brick wall for support. As she began to find her balance and trudge forward, she was immediately jolted backwards with her body crashing hard onto the cement.
Steadying herself from the fall, she looked to see what was holding her back. It wasn't until she felt her stomach when she realized that she was chained to the wall.
Tears sprung to her eyes and just as she was about to cry out for help, the metal door creaked its way open.
A tall, dark figure appeared; the light from the single bulb in the room catching only the person's short, red hair.
The girl froze in fear: who was this person? Was he or she here to rescue her? Help her? Or worse…
Kill her?
A sly male voice came from the shadow; it was dangerous yet almost soothing.
"Rise and shine, sweetheart."
