A very short chapter from Molesley's POV, with more to come shortly. I've never written Molesley before so this is a new exercise for me. No Anna or Mr. Bates in this chapter, but they'll be in the next one and the next one and… you get my drift.
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Joseph Molesley opened his eyes with a start and was very much alarmed when he realized that he couldn't see a thing. He was immersed in a pitch black world. A little high-pitched whimper emerged from his mouth as the thought briefly flashed across his mind that he'd been blinded in some unfortunate accident. It would just be his luck, he mused. But, his fears slowly disappeared as his eyes adjusted to his darkened surroundings. He could barely make out the outline of some furniture... a desk, a chair, and what looked to be a small cot of some sort.
He was laying on the floor, the material construction of which became quite obvious to him when he got a splinter as he pushed himself up into a sitting position.
"Blimey," he yelled… as he picked at his hand in the dark…hoping to find enough of the tip to pull it from his palm. "That's going to leave a mark…" His mind began to spin forward to the worst case scenario…What if he couldn't get it out, and it got infected, and he got blood poisoning or gangrene and they'd have to cut off his hand!
"Get a grip, man!" Joseph said out loud in an effort to calm his negative thoughts. "It's just a splinter, and …Ow!" he yelped out loud.
Molesley felt a sudden stabbing pain in the back of his head. Reaching up instinctively to try and find the cause of his additional discomfort, his fingers found a large lump. It was a rather big goose egg and very tender to the touch. But how did he get it? Molesley's mind continued to work overtime wracking his brain trying to remember what he had done or had done to him that left him in this rather precarious situation.
Alone in a room with no lights, a large bump on his head, a sliver in his hand, and not a clue why or where he was. He began taking deep slow breaths in an effort to calm his racing heart and push down the panic that he felt building up inside. It was a technique that Phyllis, ah Miss Baxter, had taught him to employ when he felt he was giving in to the stress and pressures of the job. He wished she was there with him now to calm his nerves.
"Steady on…steady on", he repeated to himself with each breath as he attempted to gain control of his emotions. "Think, Man… What happened to bring you to this place?"