A/N Please review my story, I would really appreciate it!
I wake up, and the first thing I see is a fire, and on the other side of that fire is a boot, well, 2 boots. Someone was sitting on a log. He had messy clothes on, as well as messy blonde hair. The only neat about him was his smile, he gave me a smirk as a I looked at him. He looked like he was in the woods for a long time and must have knew what he was doing when he was roasting something on that fire. His blue eyes was focused on what he was making, but he knew I was awake.
"Glad you woke up." is the first thing he says to me.
"Who are you? " I ask him, as a struggle to get up.
"It might not be a good idea to get up, you could hurt yourself even more." he suggests.
"What do you mean I could hurt myself even more?"
"You have had sprained leg for a pretty long time, it never was treated properly. Well I guess now adays you really can't treat anything properly anymore."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I question.
"You have been living under a rock, actually you have been living with some messed up sociopath, I guess. The power, as in cars, electric, planes, all of it went out. The world has gone crazy, I imagine it would with no one running the government." he explains to me.
"What do you mean I was living with a sociopath, I was by myself."
"No you weren't, they were watching you. They wanted something with you."
"Who are they?"
"The Monroe Republic, I just got you out the hardest place to break into, the basement of the headquarters of where Monroe himself lives. Well, he doesn't live in the basement, you know what I mean."
I am in shock, how can I not remember any of this. I take my eyes off him and stare at the ground. Being on the side of a log is very uncomfortable when you are in pain.
"What is your name?" I ask him.
"What's your's" he says back as he takes a bit out of whatever he just made.
"I don't know."
"Well, I guess you need to work on that. I totally forgot do you want a bite?" he asks and holds whatever it is right to my face, it is steaming hot. I take a bite out of it anyway, it tastes awful but if what he said about the power is true, at least I am eating something.
"You never answered my question." I say to him.
"What question?" he asks, as he something out of his bag.
"What's your name?"
"Oh, yeah that's right, I'm Jeremy."
"Your lying"
"What? How could I be lying?"
"It's fine, You will tell me in the morning,"Jeremy"."
"Are you going to sleep?"
"What else can I do?"
Like I said earlier laying on the side of a log is very uncomfortable but being in so much pain, I can't even turn is much more uncomfortable. I will try to go to sleep, I will try to go to sleep, is what I tell myself. I hear something, it's close, but it sounds like it is trying to purposely be quiet. Then I realize it. "Jeremy" and his boots are moving closer toward me. But why?
"Hey, Jeremy. Why are behind me?" I say. I hear a quiet laugh.
"Someone has to protect you." he replies, and I hear something click like a gun or something.
"What was that click?"
"It was nothing."
"Your lying. That's the second time you have lied. How do I know your not gonna kill me in the middle of the night."
I hear another laugh, this time louder and longer before.
"That is the funny yet weirdest thing I have ever heard, and if I will, why would I break you out of the headquarters of the Monroe Republic?"
"How do I know this isn't a dream? Or your a robot?"
"You know, you come up with the weirdest ideas. Read too many books probably. You want to know the weirdest idea. Some other sociopath thought it would be funny to turn off the power and never turn it back on. When it comes to be murdering you in the middle of night, I guess you have to trust me."
I keep one eye open, literally, in case he does try to kill me. But what can I do if he does try kill me? I can barely move. According to "Jeremy", I have a sprained ankle or leg. But I don't just feel it in my ankle, I feel the sharp, fierce pain in the my back and legs and my shoulders. I can't have a sprained ankle with everything else hurting. Maybe he was, (I bet he was) the one who hit me with that thing, that caused me to pass out. Ugh, I am never going to sleep am I?
I feel my eyes and mind fighting. My mind telling it going to sleep but my eyes being stubborn and saying no and fighting to stay open. Or maybe it's not my eyes. It's my mind fighting with itself. One side saying to go to sleep and the other keeping me awake. Either way, I hate that I am still awake, in the pitch blackness without any candles for the bottom half of the room, well I guess now the ground or the world. I finally feel my eyes giving up and I drift into sleep.