Useless Mentality

Dark

It's dark.
I can't tell if my eyes are open or shut. I don't even know if I can open my eyes.

Everything feels numb, and I can't seem to remember anything. Maybe it's because I've just woken up? Do we feel like this when we wake up? Is this the first time I've woken up? No, that's not possible. If I were a baby, I wouldn't be thinking this. What if babies do think like this, but just can't seem to get these words out? What is happening?

I force my brain - or maybe it's my brain that forces me - to try and regain control over my body. Feebly, I tried to I lift my arms and stretch my fingers, yet I couldn't. But a tingly sensation spread across them like a virus, targeting every nerve infested part of my fingers. It's a familiar feeling, yet I can never get used to it.

And then it all comes back to me.

A surge of adrenaline rushed through me, and I was overwhelmed by the memories that shot through my mind within that split second. There was light - I swore there was- and a face— so much at once—

And then it was gone.

...

"Hey, I don't think we should leave her in there. She'd freak if she woke up bro."

"Yeah, get her out then."

"You go."

"No you."

"F you."

I could hear the sound of two male voices, one low and husky, one smooth and laid back, somewhere in the distance, muffled by what I'm assuming is a closed door. Great. I'm in some stranger's home. Or something.

A door slammed open rather violently, causing a loud bang that made me mentally jolt in surprise, before I heard the smoother voice mutter, "Sorry." I couldn't tell if he was apologising to the door or to me, but I didn't care much.

A bright light flickered on, causing the eyelids that covered my sight to glow a bright orangey-yellow. It was quiet except for the annoying buzzing noise coming from the light. God, I already hate that sound.

But it was this very sound that I focused on- I don't know why- that made me forget the guy who was in this room at the very moment, stealthily approaching me, soundless like a ninja. I heard a sigh before feeling two strong arms reach under my back, sturdy hands wrapping around my right side as I was picked up by a stranger. It felt awkward. Embarrassing. I've always imagined what it'd be like to be carried bridal style by a guy, but not like this. I tried to move, fight the guy, but I couldn't.

Stupid. Weak. Whatever.

"She's kinda..."

I don't know what happened, but I think I passed out.