Okay, Hey, this is my first "story" and thought if people like this opening enough, I'll write more. Reviews would be helpful :D
I lay here. In a strange bed. Waiting. Thinking.
Had I gone crazy? I think so. These white walls are closing in on me, making my head spin.
I sit up, screaming my lungs out. I could feel it rushing through my veins. Not knowing I would survive this, I stand up.
Blood rushing to my head, making me dizzy. I stumble towards the door, as if I was intoxicated, finding the door locked.
The last thing I remembered was walking into my apartment, seeing a black figure in the corner striking me over the head with a blunt object.
I touched my head where I had been hit. Pain rushes down my spin as I touch where stitches try to enclose a large cut above my left eyebrow.
What's going on? Where am I?
Suddenly a mans voice breaks from behind the locked door. "Get on the bed and sit against the wall."
"Who are you?! Where am I?!" I managed to chock up.
"Get on the bed, now" The man said, sounding angry, darker.
I do as he told me to do. I crawled upon the bed, sitting in the corner against the wall. Shivering, I noticed I was in a tank top and my underwear.
Shortly after I done what he told me to do, the sound of an unlocking and the door swung opened. On the other side stood a tall male. He wore a black sweatshirt and black pants with black shoes. He was looking down. Although I really couldn't make out his facial features, I could tell he had been crying. His face was white with red eyes and red cheeks sprung.
"What do you want with me?!" I cried out.
"Its not what I want!" He screamed back, snapping his head up at me, revealing his face.
"Zane...?" I whispered. Zane, my boyfriend.. Well.. my ex boyfriend?
"Do you really think I want to rape and beat the s*** out of the one girl I am in love with?!" Still screaming, he starts crying. He begins to walk towards me. Handling something in his hands, he raises his arm.
"No!" I screamed out flinching and hiding my face. I waited but nothing happened.
I looked up. Zane was standing over me now. His arm still raised, but he's sobbing.
Breathing heavily, he backed away.. "I'm sorry.. I have too."
Zane's arm flings back up in the air, he draws back and hits me across the face with what it felt like a tree branch.
Black started swirling around my eyes, and everything went blank.