52 Weeks

Sleeping Beauty

The room was bare, a stale white color surrounding the seventeen year old boy. The boy whose head felt like it was getting pounded in with a rock. His throat was sore as was the rest of his body. He looked down, noticing bruises all over his pale skin. Some black and blue while others were a gross yellowish color. How long had he been out? He didn't know. His hand came up to rub at his neck, hoping to calm the odd feeling. It landed on a solid metal necklace that wrapped just loose enough to breathe comfortable around his neck. A long white t-shirt covered most of his body, leaving his knees and lower bare to the cool air. 

His dark brown hair felt stuck to his head, almost wet like he had taken a shower not to long ago. Is that what happened? Did he faint while taking a shower? No, this wasn't his bedroom or any of his friends. His eyes continued to flicker around the room, noticing a chair sat in the corner and a large window on one wall. It was one of those windows with a ledge large enough to sit on, yet he didn't have the strength to get up. 

The dark brown door opened and shut quietly, leaving the boys eyes to trail over something knew. A man that was much taller than he was. Brown hair that was hidden mostly by a red cardinal's hat. He had on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and was holding a white box. 

"Finally awake, sleeping beauty?" His voice was soft. His statement being followed by a small smile as he sat on the bed. The boy had so many questions swirling in his head, yet he couldn't find the voice to ask any of them. The box was opened, showing pain killers, gauze, peroxide and a few other things. A first-aid kit. 

"Do you mind? You've got a pretty bad gash by your eye and I don't want it to get infected." The taller man explained, grabbing out the gauze and coating it in the peroxide. The boy remained silent, simply watching. Although his hand came up to feel his face and found the scar that the older had been referring to. 

"I'll take that as a go for it." The older said, waiting until the boy dropped his hand to begin cleaning the cut. The brown haired boy had bit his lip, the peroxide stinging in a way that seemed foreign. 

"You don't remember anything do you, Aleksandr?" The way that was asked reminded Aleks of something that an old friend would say. It caused him to snap his head towards the older man. How did he know Aleks' name? The elder sighed, throwing away the gauze and placing a large bandage on the cut. 

"Well what do you want to know first?"