Unfamiliar Place
Reluctantly, she walked down the alleyway that was near her home. Her husband and little girl would be worried, that is why she was going this way, and work at the gym had run late.
The alley had a disgusting smell of oil, sewer water, rubbish and vomit. God, what happens in these alleys is a disgusting thought. The young woman heard a slash from behind her, startling her she swung her right hand over to the side while turning around. She had missed wildly and saw a dark figure; the only thing she could make out was that it was a man. Something was pulled from his jacket and a loud bang sounded. She fell to the ground, her right hand over the fresh wound that had been hit in her stomach and her eyes closed as she slipped out of consciences.
Her POV
A bright light was shone in my face from above but was mostly blocked by someone's head. My eyes closed quickly again, but I didn't want them to. Why was I so sleepy?
"Come on, why won't you wake up?" The man's voice sounded so familiar, but I couldn't see the face. Even then, I don't think that it would have helped; I wouldn't have remembered who the man was. The man must have not noticed my eyes opening and closing. About thirty seconds later I heard the door close and was able to open my eyes fully. I saw a silhouette of the man's head and shoulders.
I tried to move from what I then realised was a kind of hospital bed, but I felt my wrists being held my something made of strong leather. I looked at my right wrist and noticed it was wrapped up in a thick brown leather strap that was attached to the railing of the bed. I glanced at my left wrist to find it was the same. I moved my both of my wrists up and down, my right arm could move again. I grabbed a scalpel off of the tray beside me and cut at the band on my left wrist. I was free at last!
I slid off the bed and looked down at what I was wearing. I was in a hospital gown. Where in the world was I? The room was all white, mostly filled with medical instruments. I noticed a folder hung on the end of the bed. It was a profile of someone with a photo of a young woman attached. It read:
Patient #: 1001
Age: 25
Current Status: Unresponsive to treatments
Background: Slipped into a coma after a shotting. Has been in a coma and unresponsive to treatments for two years.
"Is-is this me?" I asked as I replaced the folder. I turned to the door and attempted to turn the knob but it wouldn't turn. I looked over at a pile of mess and saw a gleam from a flash of lighting reflect on a shiny object. There was the key. Although rusted, the key managed to unlock the door with a loud click.
When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was a long blue tiled hallway with various doors on both sides. But what caught my attention was a little girl, probably around the age of five, crying beside an open door.
