I jolt upwards as my eye lids fly open.
Its grey everywhere. It looks like a prison. I'm lying on the cold, dark ground. I'm in a little room, with nothing but a chair and one window. Where am I? What is this place?
"Hello?" I call out. My voice bounces off the cement walls and echoes everywhere. "Kendall?" I'm trying to remember what happened. I recall being on that beautiful date with Kendall. Then he started to panic and I went to throw my things away. Just when I did so, I remember feeling two hands grab my neck and dragging me backwards. All of sudden, it was black.
And now I'm here.
Wherever 'here' is.
I begin to stand up as soon as I hear foot steps, but my body doesn't allow me to. Shots of pain run through every inch of my body. I let out a sharp gasp and squeal. The pain is nothing I've ever experienced in my life. I try to look on my arms and legs to see if I have any cuts or scars, but I see none. Although I do notice something is missing: My necklace. My grandma gave it to me before she passed away. It meant the world to me, and now I lost it.
Even though it did matter, the necklace was not my first priority. My body gets numb when an unknown door opens and a big, thick man walks in. His face was hideous, filled with scars. Once he stepped into the little square of light the only window in the room was providing, I noticed that he had scars everywhere. I could even see blood gushing out of the scars on his arms. I flinched at the sight.
He wore a black leather vest, with no sleeves. It looks like he cut them himself; they were all messy and screwed up. He had a dark blue bandana strapped to his forehead, which looked way too tight. And he was wearing black leather pants with rough leather boots. His clothes seemed tight on him; I could see his muscles sticking out.
"Well hello there." His voice was raspy and rough, as if he had a bad cough. He kept walking closer and closer to me, as I backed away slowly, still flat on the floor.
"W-who a-are y-you?" I managed to squeal in between jolts of pain.
"You don't need to know." He yelled at me. His voice echoed off the walls and hit me in the face. Great, I made it mad.
"W-what a-are…" I stopped myself and took a deep breath. I was scared as hell, but showing fear would only show him that I'm weaker than he thought. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Oh, nothing." He said in a calm voice. "IF," he continued. I wish he would have stopped at 'nothing'. "You listen to me and do what I say." He points his finger at me.
"What do you even want from me?" I tried to yell, but not much would come out; only a faint scream.
"You and your little friend looked perfect for my next victims." A disgusted look was brought on my face.
"Leave Kendall out of this." I growled.
"I'm sorry, no can do. But please, enjoy the comforts of your new room." He closed in on me, and bent down. "It might be the last room you'll ever visit."
He then left the room, without saying another word.
Then it hit me: Kendall! He was in danger. BIG danger. I couldn't let this happen to him. But I was hopeless, stuck in this cage.
Another big shot of pain made me flinch. Every shot hurt more than the last. Again, I tried to get up, at least sit up, but nothing. My body wasn't listening.
So I lay there, screaming from the pain; only to hear my own voice, over and over again. I started yelling at the walls, shouting at the top of my lungs, pleading.
I was saying things about Kendall. I was apologizing. For everything I've done. I should have listened to Kendall the first time he asked me to pack my things. I apologized to my parents, who were always there to support me, but I was never there to give anything back. Then to Carlos and James, my only real best friends. Even though they acted like goofballs most of the time, they listened and understood me when I needed it most.
I stopped yelling, and everything fell silent. There wasn't even the sound of wind, only my deep breathing. I was alone. There was nothing I could do. There was no one to save me. I was alone, and I would die alone.
I suddenly felt dizzy as I tried to hold my head up. But it didn't work, the muscles in my arms and hands stopped functioning, and my head fell to on the cement. Another, much bigger, shot of pain busted through my whole body. I felt some kind of liquid coming in contact with my finger tips. It was warm and thick. I slowly opened my eyes to see what it was, only to find out that it was blood. My head was bleeding and pounding like a drum.
And once again, everything went black.