A/N: I'm new to this fan fiction writing, and this is the first story I'm publishing into the web. So feel free to comment about my work as much as you want because I'm always looking for ways to improve. Thanks :D BTW, this is un-beta'd, so all mistakes are mine
The sound of dripping water echoed in the room. Its steady beat only broken by the breathing of a young woman, lying unconscious on the floor. Her blond hair was scattered messily around her head, and the clothes she wore - a white blouse and black pants - were crumpled and torn.
Pools of water that had slowly built up from the dripping water had started to spread, breaking the natural dams in the floor. Multiple streams were formed, and one such stream slowly paved its way towards the woman.
The woman woke in shock as the cold water reached her hands, startling her into standing up. She stood rocking and blinking in slight confusion and pain as the blood rushed from her head. Her breathing was slightly laboured as her olive green eyes took in her surroundings. She was in a room, which looked neglected if the peeling paint work was any indication. The corners of the room was mouldy from the constant water that was dripping from its ceiling. The ceiling was mouldy too, and a broken light hung redundant in the middle. A lone window was the only source of light in the room; giving everything a coat of orange.
The woman steadied herself, bringing her breaths to a constant tempo. Her eyes showed deep thought as she tried to remember where she was, and why she was here. Her breath hitched in fear as she realised that she didn't even know who she was. As if she had done it a thousand times before, she ran her hand through her hair in worry without thinking; making it messier than it already was. A whirlwind of questions were blowing through her befuzzled mind, but she pushed them away as she made her way towards a blue door on the other side of the room. Her hand grasped the cold handle and twisted it. Slowly, the door opened, revealing a bleak corridor, lit by constantly flickering lights. The woman took a step, looking up and down the corridor. It was empty, and seemed to only contain two other doors excluding her's. No doubt they led to rooms not unlike the one of which she just walked out of.
Uncertainty gripped her as she made her way to the one closest to her. Its door was yellow. She didn't like it, but she brushed that aside in favour of her curiosity as she twisted the handle. Pushing open the door, she let out a breath of disappointment that she didn't know she held. It was empty. Letting out a groan of distress, she closed the door and made her way towards the last remaining door in the corridor.
This one was red, and the woman felt a tinge of hope. She didn't know why. Maybe it was the colour, or because she just didn't want to be the only one here. Not wasting time, she pushed the door open.
A/N: So, should I continue? Ah, who cares. I've got it written up. Just give me a few days.