Darkness. That's the first thing I realize when I open my eyes. On instinct I reach to grab my phone out of my pocket, only to discover that it isn't there. I squint my eyes and through the darkness I spot a door on the far side of the room. I try to get up, but as soon as I do I feel pain shoot through my body. I wince at the pain and let out a cry of discomfort. Bloody hell, that hurts. It's then that I realize that the pain won't go away. I lie back down on the cold floor and it starts to go away gradually. I manage to drag myself in a slightly less painful manner over to the door, only to be faced with the reality that it is locked. Where the hell am I? How did I even get here?
I rack my brain for any clues on as to how I ended up here but, come up short. Why can't I remember anything? This is so frustrating! I feel my way around the room and find what I assume to be a flashlight.
As I flick it on I am faced with the terrors of what this room truly beholds. I find a bed in the corner which has handcuffs chained to it, but that is not what makes me tremble in fear. I do a quick glance around and confirm what I am seeing. Blood. There is blood everywhere. I don't even feel myself falling, but when I do I'm submerged into darkness. The last thing I see is him running towards me with concern etched on his face. As if that is even remotely possible.
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Zero Gravity
Teen FictionMatteo Angelos, who are you really? That has been the question that has taken over my mind ever since the newly brooding, and uncanny boy Matteo somehow magically discovered our small town of Disdainville. Who chooses by freewill to live here? Well...