Author Note: All characters except the main belong to the creators of The Rocky Horror Picture Show...
She drove fast, as fast as her thoughts flew by. Tears streamed down her face and her long red hair was swept up in a careless ponytail. She took the back roads not wanting to be bothered by other drivers. This was the day she had, had enough and she finally decided to leave. Her belongings where packed up and stuffed in the trunk, her pride was broken. It had taken only one swat of Johnny's hand on her cheek and she was done, no man would ever touch her like that. Not while she still was herself and lately she felt as if she had been losing that as well as her dignity.
That's how her day had gone, she and Johnny had fought for the millionth time, he had hit her, and she had left. She had fantasies of running far away where no one knew her and she could start over completely but she knew that wouldn't happen. So after she had driven out her anger she would make her way to her friend, Lilly's house and stay until she could figure things out. Suddenly in the middle of her train of thought a giant tree branch fell into the road. It seemed to happen in slow motion and she braced herself hitting it full force and all went dark.
The next thing she knew she was staring up at the night sky, no, a painting of the night sky…on the ceiling? She sat up suddenly her heart rate rising immediately and her mouth open in the middle of an attempted scream when she saw the strange sight that surrounded her. Two men stood on either side of her, one with long, limp blonde hair and a drawn, gaunt face who stared at her with empty eyes. The other had curly black hair, makeup caked on his face and a green apron strapped around his waist. Her eyes widened and her vocal chords froze. What in the actual hell?
After a few moments of silence the transvestite opened his mouth warning her that she was probably going to be dizzy and she should lie down, his voice was a combination of black coffee and honey drizzled on a sweet pastry. She obeyed wordlessly and they stared at her murmuring things about a car crash and a storm. Wait a moment why was she letting these goons order her around this wasn't how she rolled. She sprung up and hopped off of what looked like a makeshift operating table in a jerky awkward way. Everything ached and seared with pain. She tried to scramble away and find some control of her situation but none was to be found.
