I don't even know why I wrote this to be honest, it really doesn't make sense, but I kind of like it so I figure that you guys might like it to. I wrote a lot of this in math class and it was an original story, but I twisted it a little bit for Izaya because that's who it reminded me of. Here you go, enjoy ~
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Darkness is what Izaya awoke to. Then, the coppery smell of blood. He couldn't open his eyes and his chest tightened in panic as he couldn't figure out the cause. He could feel pain radiating through his skull as it throbbed slowly. He just sat still for a minute, then tried to use his hands to feel his surroundings.
His hands were heavy as he tried to move them. The cool metal of the cuffs were started to burn his skin. He could move his arms only to his face and no further. He glided his hands over his facial features, occasionally wincing when he grazes over small cuts or bruises. What was concerning him the most though, was when he reached his eyes to find them bound by thick string.
He could feel his heart hammering in his chest as panic settled in.
What's happening to me?
He couldn't scream as more thick string started to sew his mouth shut.
Why is this happening?
He struggled against the bonds holding his hands, but quickly stopped as they grew shorter with every tug. The more he tried to scream, the more the string ripped apart his lips. Any attempts at escape were futile. Blood and tears ran down his face as he cried.
Where am I?
With that thought, everything stopped. He stilled as the mood shifted, everything became colder, and a voice rang out in almost a whisper. He struggled to hear it, but he could still make out the words it was saying.
"Don't you recognize it, Izaya?"
He didn't understand, how could he recognize anything? He was blinded! He had to remain calm, no emotion is best in these situations, he was in control.
The voice spoke once more, but this time he could feel a hand on his cheek and a warm breath on his hear as it spoke.
"You're in your own mind."