I woke up with a horrible pain on the side of my head and chest; I moved my arms around feeling around where he was laying making me familiar of where I was. How did I get here? It was dark and it smelled horrible, an ally? I breathed in; the cool winter air burned my lungs making me cough. I got up to my feet and looked at how I was dressed, a dark blue scarf was wrapped around my neck, a black long coat, and it seemed as if I was dressed for work I couldn't really see properly in the lack of proper light. Was that where I was going, damn it I can't remember. My head began to throb, I placed a hand on my head, and it felt wet. I walked to the nearest lamp post and saw blood on my hands; I began to realize that there was blood all over my clothes and on my face. Is this my blood? What happened to me? I stepped out of the light hoping that no one saw me.
"Hey" A voice called out, I froze in my place 'Did he see me' fear spread throughout my entire body. 'Should I run' the footsteps came close….
Run!
My feet began to move by themselves running as fast as I could down the alley. The man shouted at me to what sounded like, wait and a name, it sounded familiar but I couldn't hear what he said properly. I stopped leaning against a wall to catch my breath but found it a struggle; my chest began to hurt again. I slid down to the floor with my knees to my chest trying to breathe properly. I pulled my coat closer to my chest trying to shield myself from the cold night winds. My breathing started to go back to it normal pace, I stood up checking if the man had followed him. I sat back down and rubbed my bloody hands on my coat. It didn't really help much since my coat was full of blood as well. A hand suddenly grabbed my shoulder, I gasped loudly and tried to push the hand off but it had a good grip on me.
"Oi, calm down!" The voice whispered loudly. A man about in his early 20's held a finger to his lips signaling me to be quiet. He pulled my arm helping me up to my feet; he took a step back and looked at my attire. Did I know him? He seems to know me. He laughed to himself.
"Got yourself in a pretty bloody mess aye mate?"
"It seems that I have yes" I agreed "Where am I?"
"You don't know where you at?"
"No I don't, that is why I am asking you."
The boy stared at me as if I was talking utter nonsense; He snorted and waved a hand signaling me to follow him.
"Guess he was right" He mumbled to himself.
Who's 'he'?