AN: Hi guys! I am deeply sorry I rewrote most of this chapter, I changed my mind about some facts. So here is the second version !
So, this is my first fanfic' ever, and English is not my native language, so please, be kind! Yet, constructive criticism is very welcome!
My first chapter is intentionally short, it is sort of an introduction. Just to make your mouths water... (hopefully!)

Chapter 1

Present day…

The world was black. The air was cool and there was not an ounce of wind. Not that it mattered, but it was the first thing Kurt noticed when he woke up. For some odd reason, he could not open his eyes. Like his eyelids were too heavy to be lifted. He tried to move and two things struck him right away. First, the awful pain that shot all over his body, and for a second, he wished he would die so the pain would disappear. Second, he was not on his bed; he was clearly on the floor. And not the floor of his house, because it was not made of wood at home.

Even if he had just woken up, he felt tired, oh so tired. And that was probably the reason he could not open his eyes. He had to go home so that he could sleep three days in a row. He felt like he really needed it. He must have had an exhausting day, but he could not recall what he had done. Thinking of it, he could not recall anything at all. But it did not matter; he was far too tired to bother, anyway. The exhaustion pushed aside many questions he should have been asking himself. Like, why am I in so much pain? Where the hell am I? Why is it complete darkness? … What is going on? He would have been completely panicked if he was not so fuzzy. But he was, and every rational thought was erased from his mind.

He stayed in this state for a while, lying awake on the floor. But then his body started aching too much. He had to get up and go home. But in order to do that, he had to open his eyes first. So he tried, and tried, and tried again, but nothing. Still complete darkness. But now he was not so sure if his eyelids were the problem, or if it was the room that was plunged in the darkness. Anyway, he had to get up.

Standing up took him more time, more effort, and more pain than he would have thought was possible. First, he had had to turn around so as not to be facing the floor. And he could feel his ribs throbbing and his stomach was stinging like he had scraped himself badly. Sitting up had also been a big deal. Because as his ribs hurt so much, he had had to help with his arms, and when his right hand had come in contact with the floor, he had yelled in pain. Something in his hand was broken, that was for sure. He had briefly thought of a car accident, which would have explained the injuries, but not the fact that he was apparently inside a house or a building. Anyway. Then, he had taken a deep breath, well as deep as his ribs allowed him, and tried to put all his weight on his legs to get up. Surprisingly enough, this movement was not really difficult or painful. The bottom part of his body had apparently been spared. And so there he stood, trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness, because it was now clear that he had his eyes open. He had blinked a few times to make sure; and it had been painful, but possible.

But after just a few minutes standing, he started feeling dizzy and light-headed. And if he had been in pain so far, it was nothing compared to what he could feel now. He almost collapsed from the pain. Every single part of his upper body ached terribly. But he had to get out of here. He had to get home. His father would take care of him. His father always took care of him. And right now he was scared, and he needed the reassurance of his father's arms around him. He needed to be told that everything was going to be okay.

So, he started pacing around, feeling the walls in search of a door, an opening, anything that could get him out of here. He could feel his strength fading away quickly. He tripped over something that sounded like a piece of wood and heard it roll on the floor. He almost lost his balance but the wall was here to hold him up. He leaned against it, closed his tired eyes and breathed deeply. He had to stay awake; he had to find someone. Straightening himself weakly, he resumed his searching. And finally he found a door and blindly stepped through it. Still total darkness. Something was off; he should be able to see at least a little bit of light somewhere. He was trembling now. His legs were quivering, like they would not hold him much longer. So, he took a few quick steps and ran into another door. He fumbled with the handle and finally got it opened. Fresh air hit his face and he could hear the distant noise of traffic. He was outside. He was about to take a step further, but his foot never came in contact with the ground. This time he lost his balance and rolled down what he painfully understood was a flight of stairs. He was unconscious by the time he hit the pavement.