The floor is cold. Cement maybe? I don't open my eyes because i'm afraid of what i'll see. I just lay there in shock, trying to figure out what happened. The last thing i remember is him. The man in the trenchcoat. Am i here because of him?
After lying on the ground for who knows how long, i open my eyes. One at a time, carefully. But all i see is darkness, none other than what i was just in. When I try to prop myself up, only pain follows . My arm immediately collapses and my body goes with it. I hit the ground with a loud thud. My ear hits the cement floor, and a loud ringing sound goes off in my head. A faint creak echos through the small room. Sounds like a door opening. Black dots cover my vision, and the creaking sound loudens. All i see is a misshapen rectangle of light. A dark body figure walks in-front of the light and all i hear is a short exhale. The door shuts, leaving me in the darkness once again.
When i wake, there is a glass of water sitting beside me. Shining directly on the glass is a beam of light. A beam of sunshine. I need to get up. I need to get away from here, wherever here is. I lift my head and stare at the lit glass of water. Who ever was here is gone now. All i can think about is the man with the gleaming red eyes. Was he the one that left me the water? I won't lie, my throat screams of thirst. But i can't trust whoever left this glass for me.
My body was numb when i woke up. But since then, i have been slowly getting myself to sit up, this time not knocking myself unconscious. I now sit on my knees. The wall is used as support as I finally get to my feet. lt's as cold as the floor. One step at a time, i walk over to where the sun was letting itself in. The small window is to high for me to reach, and i couldn't fit through it anyway. I weakly kick the wall in anger. I cant be trapped in here! A frustrated shriek escapes my lips and i continue to kick the wall, even though every movement hurts. The tears were about to come, and i knew it.
Come on, Nanami. Dont let your anger get to you. You have to get out of here before you know who comes back.
I walk in the direction where i saw the figure earlier, where the door is. I kneel down, to try to look under it. But nothing shows but a faint line of light. It's of course locked. Who the hell would leave it unlocked? Especially when your keeping someone trapped. I'm scared, and alone. And i can't seem to think of anything useful. I need ideas. My head is still fuzzy from earlier. The only thing in here is a glass of water, and of course me. The pockets on my clothes had been emptied. And who the hell knows where my suitcase ended up. It could be it the nile for all i know. I stare at the glass for minutes, unable to do anything. I kick the door. Once. Twice. Three times. It won't budge and i'm just tiring myself out. Once again i stare at the glass. What if i tried to make a weapon instead of a tool?
I had emptied and smashed the glass on the hard floor, and sure enough it had broken. My scarf had still been around my neck, so i got the biggest piece of glass and securely wrapped it around it. This could at least do some damage, right? Now all i had to do was wait. For how long? Who knows. But there's no way i'm going back to sleep.
5 minutes pass. I stare at an unmoving door.
10 minutes pass. I start to wobble on my feet.
30 minutes pass. The sun lowers, if i had to guess, it's around 6pm.
Sure enough I hear footsteps. Just like i had heard in the alleyway. But this time they are coming toward me. I ready my glass-in-a-scarf and hug the wall so the person doesn't see me right when they walk in.
The footsteps get louder, and they sound as if their in dirt, maybe gravel. A piece of stray hair falls into my face and i blow it away. Jingling of keys can be heard from the other side of the door. The door knob shakes. It stops. It turns. The fear builds up inside me. The door opens, slowly at first. It creaks and Light fills up the tiny room. This may be my only chance. I Lunge forward at the figure.
He quickly backs away, just before i could get a good hit in. The piece of curved glass glides across his right cheek and a thin line of blood apears. The adrenaline kicks in and i keep swinging the glass. I cut the front of his arm as he attempts to block his face. I must look crazy. I definitely feel like it. He removes his hand from his face, and I see silver hair and pale skin. I also see a very angry expression. Danger wonders in his eyes like i've never seen before. And then i suddenly feel frightened. But i can't. I can't feel that way.
In a quick movement he grabs my arm and knocks the weapon out of it. A muffled shatter can be heard. I try to pull away but he has an iron grip. Pulling my leg up, i kick him in the knee. Except my foot doesn't reach his knee, it was pushed back with his free hand. The man grabs my arm and holds it behind my back along with the other one. Just like you would see in the movies, but more graceful. Continuing to get out of his grasp, i kick behind me, but everytime he dodges it like nothing. The was only one more thing to try. Hopefully i wont go unconscious again.
I swing my head forward and back again with full force. The back of my skull strikes him it the nose, with a loud cracking sound. '' DAMN IT! '' the man shouts. This was a different person from the man i saw on the street. His voice was more stern, as if scolding me. But there was something about it. Something familiar.
He then spits something to the floor on my right. When i dizzily glance down to where he spat, a dark red liquid shows. I made him bleed. ALOT.
Any hit like that would knock someone unconcious. Even i feel like im gonna pass out. Who the hell is this guy?!
The man had loosened his grip a little. I guess he does feel pain
But it was still to tight for me to escape. ''LET ME GO'' I scream.
''I think not, little girl. Last time i let you move freely, you cut me with a shard of glass'' He responded sharply. He lightly kicks the back of my kee, making me topple over onto my knees.
''The glass from the water i so kindly left you.'' he added on
He sat on his on knee, placing himself behind me, his arms still holding mine back. I'm trapped. I couldn't do anything now. I sit there and shake, just on the edge of giving up. Was he going to kill me? Or worse?
''If you're going to do something to me you might as well do it now'' I let those words spill from my mouth, along with the tears from my eyes. How had i gotten here? Where was the man with the red eyes. Are these people going to use me and then throw me away like garbage? I had questions that needed answering. I turn my head towards him. I do this so i can see him cleary. His face was covered in blood. I had done this to him. A speck of guilt builds inside of me.
''What would i do to you?'' he says with a scowl
He then looks at his hands grasping mine, then directly into my eyes. Just a moment passes before he looks away, and finally releases his grip from my arms. "What a mind you have" he speaks again
After he does this, he quickly stands up, with no difficulty at all. Me on the other hand, has a hard time getting up. He leans against the wall, one hand in pocket the other pinching his nose. All that blood makes me more queasy. I sit there for a few trying to catch my breath. Everything still hurt a little, but my head felt like it was gonna explode. I reach my hand to where i had hit it to his. Yep. That's gonna leave a bruise. If it didn't already.
The silver haired man seemed to back down, still leaning against the wall, with his head turned away from me. Seriously! What was going on? Wouldnt he have done something by now? I stare at him suspiciously
He then returns the glare and sighs, as if annoyed. He straightens himself and takes two long strides to where i now sat. He stands there towered above me and reaches his hand out. Now i'm confused.
''Well? Are you just going to sit there?'' He wants me to stand up. Why? I can't trust him.
He rolls his eyes and kneels down, grabbing my waist. ''H-hey!'' Is all that comes out when he easily pulls me to my feet
His bloodied hands made my blue jacket carry stains. But it was nothing compared to the injuries i had given him. He stared into my eyes with hatred and annoyance. But still, neither of us could look away. He was staring me down. I was looking at him out of curiosity. It's odd really.
Pain pulses through my head, and this makes me lean over with dizziness. His angry frown turned into a straight line and his hard eyes softened. He snorted followed by a head shake of disaproval. And with that he opened the door and walked out. But this time he didn't shut the door. There was still light, there was still sunshine. There was trees and fresh air, and a sweet smell i couldnt explain. His nose had dripped red. There was a short red trail on the path outside the door. He stood at the end of it waiting. Waiting for what? For me, that's what. I stand there for what feels like minutes until i decide what to do. My feet skip on the cement. But they soon stop. Where will he take me? His arm raises and points me in a direction.
"Well? You musn't stay in this shed forever."
I hated this. I would want to go home, if i still had a home. Yeah that's right, so much has happened, i must have forgot.
My feet drag forward again. I stop right at the doorway, and i look at his face, his arm still raised. I reach out and slam the door right in that face of his.
THATS RIGHT! IN NO WAY AM I GOING WITH HIM!
THANKS FOR READING ~ CAKE FACE
