-Unbelievable-
Adam Stirred, after nearly three days of lying unconscious he was coming too. As he shifted his weight, he didn't feel the cold hard floor of that godforsaken bathroom like he had done before; he could no longer feel the restricting grip and weight on his ankle, yet he felt a slightly soft familiar weight on top of his body. Adams eyes snapped open and for a split second he felt his heart stop when what he expected to see wasn't there, that dark, damp, disgusting bathroom was gone. He wasn't lying on the dirty floor surrounded by rubble and broken glass; it had been replaced by a bed. It couldn't be a hospital bed; there were no machinery, tubes, curtains or that dodgy smell of disinfectant and he definitely wasn't in his shit-hole apartment. It was tidy and clean, the walls were painted warm colours, like creams and browns, and there was a bedside table, with a matching chest of drawers, a wardrobe and a small lamp on the bedside table which gave the room a soft orange glow. It was a cozy little bedroom.
"The hell..?" Adam thought as he looked around. He was convinced that he was going to die in that shit-hole. "I must be dead; there is no way in hell…" He looked around, he saw a small sofa at the end of the room with a scrunched up blanket with a book lying on the floor beside it. He wasn't alone?
Confused, he looked down and saw that his gunshot wound had been patched up with a large square cotton pad, who ever put him here wanted him to heal. He tried to sit up but it was unbelievable how weak he was, trying to push the duvet off of him felt like pushing off a ton weigh, everything hurt and was stiff, his whole body felt like lead. Trying to come to terms with what was going on he forced his mind back to the last thing he could remember, all he could think of was feeling so exhausted, lying down and then nothing. Maybe he was dreaming, dreaming of being rescued when actually he was still lying there in that bathroom. His tomb.
Suddenly panic rushed through his body when he heard footsteps coming closer and closer to the door at his left, this felt too real to be a dream. Not knowing what to do, Adam closed his eyes pretending to be unconscious once again. He heard the door knob turn and the door open, and someone walk in. The person placed something on the bedside table next to him and walked to the other side of the room, opening his eyes just slightly he could just see this person beneath his eyelids. It was a young girl, he guessed around her early twenties, twenty-one maybe twenty-two. She had wavy shoulder length light brown hair, petite; she wore baggy blue jeans and a thin gray long sleeve shirt which clung to her figure, she was picking up and folding the blanket and tidying up the sofa.
Adam mustered up as much strength as he could; he sat up and began to confront this girl.
"Okay, who are you and how did I fuck did I get here?" His voice had a slight tone of anger to it. He was getting tired of waking up in unfamiliar places.
The girl froze, dropping the book she held in her hands, turning around she looked at him. Adams eyes widened as he saw the cuts and disfigured scars on her cheeks; although they looked painful she was still quite pretty. "Maybe she was involved in one of the jigsaw killer's traps…"
She still did not speak.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" Adams voice sounded dry and raspy, his vocal chords must still be strained from the bathroom.
"I- I-…" she stuttered, this girl was obviously just as panicked as he was. "I f-found you, in that bathroom" Her voice was shaking and British? "I thought y-you were dead, until I found a pulse, I figured any longer in there and you would have been"
"This was the person who rescued me? How in god's name did she haul my ass here? I must be like what…154Lbs? She's so tiny" Adam was stunned, confused, this has by far been the weirdest week of his life. "Well, how the hell did you find me?" He continued questioning the girl. "I mean how do I know that you weren't the one who locked me in there in the first place? The key was gone, those chains were indestructible!" Adam stopped, it hurt it throat too much to continue on.
On that last word, the girl looked at him and left the room closing the door behind her.
"Oh for the love of…" Adam allowed his back to fall back onto the wall behind him. "Great…" He ran his hand through it hair frustrated. "must another one of the up-tight chicks who I've probably managed to offend." Adam thoughts were once again interrupted by the footsteps of the girl coming back to the room. She opened the door which revealed her holding a glass of water; walking up to him she held it out. "Here" She said "It'll help your throat"
He eyed her suspiciously, "How do I know it's not drugged…?" Still uncertain about the scarred girl he didn't want to fall into anymore trouble with this Jigsaw shit.
The girls face softened "You don't, you'll just have to trust me." Putting the glass forward "Please, you're already dehydrated as it is."
Reluctantly, Adam came to the conclusion that she didn't pose as any real threat and took the glass from her, when he began to drink he didn't realize how thirsty he actually was and downed the water in the surprisingly large gulps. As soon as he removed the glass from his lips he froze, waiting for any possible side effects of what he had just ingested. Watching him the girl chuckled. "Shit! She did drug it!"
She sat up and looked at him "I didn't drug it, I promise" she said taking the glass and placing it on the bedside table as she got up.
"Oh and by the way, my name is Anna."
