chapter 2- awakening

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Rosie's pov- 

I slowly woke up, my head pounding as I coughed, I noticed my surroundings. I was in a dark room, the stench of mould from the cracked paint made me gag. There was a door , made of metal, it was rusted and ageing. I sat up instantly my head started hurting, my eyes got blurry. I tried to blink but nothing happened.  Suddenly I clutched my heart as an ear splitting pain pulsed through my body, my breath stopped dead in my throat as I screamed. my fingers scratched down my throat as the feeling  got worse.  With one final scream I blacked out,  but darkness consumed my peaceful dreams.

Swirls of darkness invaded my mind causing me to choke as I woke with a start. I found myself in an alley, the walls were covered with graffiti the sky was grey and I had no idea who I was. I just couldn't remember what happened. Every time I tried to remember a searing pain clutched my heart all I could remember was the phrase "kill or be killed..." I have know idea what this meant as I slowly rose from the damp floor, surprisingly I was dressed in black jeans and a black top with a leather jacket and boots my brown hair was pulled into a plait. I noticed a knife lying a couple  of feet away, I stumbled towards it, the sharp edge glinted in the sunlight as I picked it up. I walked out of the grimy alley and turned around I saw what looked like a town or somewhere I had been before but I couldn't remember when. I held my head as pain rippled through my body all I heard was a menacing voice chanting those four words "kill or be killed..."

As I walked around it began to get dark, I noticed a drunk person swaying and stumbling down the street. I felt a strong pang of unknown fury sweep through my body as I walked over to him, he was young and quite handsome but in his drunken state he didn't appeal to me at all. I grabbed him by the throat blinded by an unknown anger I shoved him against the wall squeezing his throat and cutting off his air supply. And with this newfound strength I picked him up and flung him into a wall, he landed with a crash effectively knocked out cold. I walked towards him knife in hand and slit his throat, blood dripped from the knife as I wiped it clean. I felt a small pain on my wrist as one single cut ripped the skin, as if an invisible knife sliced through, I ripped the mans shirt to make a small bandage to cover my wrist. The voice in my head, the menacing one said with its ghostly voice "one down closer to your killer, one down closer to your eternal death.." I was shocked and confused what did he mean by my killer and by my eternal death?

I stole some money out of the mans pockets, about £100 and walked to the hotel across the street. The hotel was old, with peeling paint and a smell of mould, I walked towards the counter and booked a room. "what's your name dear?" said a woman behind the counter, her black hair reached her shoulders and her green glasses were on top of her head. Shoot! I needed a name as I couldn't remember mine I simply said "Umm...Samantha Parker." She wrote it down and gave me my room key, number 32. I walked up the stairs taking in all of my surroundings and all possible escape routes, not that I had any reason to escape, finally I reached room 32. Putting the rusted key into the lock I walked into the room, it was old, with a small bed with a wobbly table and chair a couple of dead flowers here and there and a few lamps with broken bulbs. There was one small window that faced an alley, the curtains were a dirty yellow colour with the odd stain. I sighed knowing I had no idea who I was. I settled onto the small bed, the old mattress creaking as I moved to get comfortable, finally I was able to get to sleep.

A nightmare ruined my sleep, flashes of people that I thought I knew telling me to "help them, save them" but I was unable to move from my spot. suddenly the horrific voice came back, it said " You cannot save them but you can avenge them, I'll give you a clue. Your name is Rosie Davidson, your murderer is called Josh Davidson, he is your...."

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