I don't own JtHM
A special thanks to my friend Whitney for proof reading it for me and for getting me into JtHM. (sorry she didn't proof read this chapter I know it sucks, and about the everything going white um Iget really tired of using black watch next time I use orange of purple)
Iv decided to combine 2 or 3 chapters into one so they will get longer but I wont be adding titles to them anymore. I already have at least 20 chapters written I just don't have time to type them.
Ch3 Where the heck am I
I woke up somewhere new. I could smell the stench of rotting corpses everywhere. I couldn't see anything I guess it would be hard being blind folded and all. Without warning someone crept up behind me. I couldn't see anything but I felt a light breeze sweep past me. They removed my blind fold and allowed me to see where I was but I still had no clue. All I knew was that I was in a straight jacket and the room I was is was strange and new to me. There was stains on the jacket and it looked as if there was a failed attempt to clean it because there were faded pinkish colors all over it. I was also chained to a wall very tightly. It limited my breathing so it was very hard. I guess getting death threats over the years paid off.
My vision was still a little hazy but I could make out shapes, like on the far wall there was a huge painting of a Z?. Some guy walked out in front of me. I'm a dumb ass I know boys from girls even when I can't really see.
"Hello" he said. Yup I was defiantly a guy.
"I've kept my eye on you for quite some time" there was sort of a pause "3 days to be exact" I forced my eyes open for the 4th time but this time I kept them open.
"You catch my attention every time I see you and I just can't put my finger on what it is."
"So you're stalking me" I replied. I was feeling rather full of myself. He looked at my in a confused way.
"NO" he said in an offensive tone "I just happen to see you every god damn time I get home and I can't get you out of my mind. It's really starting to irritate me. Oh yeah you spend a lot of time up in your room." he gives me an I told you so look and walks off.
By this point its getting harder and harder to breath. The chains I am bound with seem to be getting tighter and tighter. Everything was getting more and more blurry. The loss of circulation in my head was unbearable. Suddenly everything went white.