Crazy, Random Short Stories

1)

The wind is cold as it blows against my cheek, but Josh's warm hand in mine made me forget about the cool wind. Besides the wind, it's a nice April night. Warm enough so only a light jacket is required. The bulk of our walk has been in silence, we don't want to ruin the peaceful air with mindless chit-chat. And besides, simply being in each others presence is enough. I know some people think it is crazy to be this in love with a man I just met two weeks ago, but it happened and even if I wanted to, I can't change it. We walk in the middle of the road, and why not? No one ever uses this road especially so late at night. Josh let's out a happy sigh making me smile in return. I was about to say something, anything, when I get interrupted by the roar of an engine and the blinding head lights barreling at us. Hand in hand we both turn around and run for our lives. Why don't we get out of the middle of the road? I mean seriously, did we honestly think we could out run a truck? I start to pull Josh off to the side when the truck catches up with us, and runs us down. My head hits the pavement with a satisfying crack and everything goes black.

When I come to, I'm on a cold steel table with a bright light shinning in my eyes, classic Hollywood. I try to get up but find that my arms and legs are restrained with strong bonds. Now this is just getting cliché. Wait, where is Josh? I look to my right, nothing, I look to my left, there he is! I have to say I am relieved to see him, although I still have no idea what's going to happen to us. he's sitting in a black chair with his arm in a sling, unrestrained. This doesn't seem right, why restrain me and not him? His bruised face looks up at me and gives me an apologetic look. I'm about to say something when yet again I get interrupted. This time it's by a deep male voice, "oh good, you're awake," he sneers at me. I can't see him but I know this isn't going to end well. "Who are you?" I cry, "where am I?" My questions get no response. Great, I got captured by the one villain who doesn't explain their whole plan in detail. "I want to go home," I say mostly to myself. "Home?" He laughs, "home? This is your home now." Oh now that he answers. I look over at Josh with fear in my eyes. He is still slumped over and apologetic. He meets my gaze for one second and says, "sorry."