Beyond Redemption || Lee Know

Five.

The bed I'm laying on is comfortable as hell. It envelops my body so perfectly that I almost don't realize the amount of pain that I'm in.

Pain.

My head feels like it's been split wide open. The left side of my body is aching, my shoulder throbbing.

Man, why am I hurting??

My eyes open in a flash. I wrecked my car.

I stare at the ceiling of whatever room I'm in before turning my head and looking around in confusion. I'm in what looks like a normal bedroom. It's dim and quiet. The bed that I'm in is set at the center of the wall with night stands on either side of it. There are lamps set upon the night stands and one of them is turned on, illuminating the room just enough for me to see my surroundings. The room is decorated tastefully. It's clean and modern. There's a mirrored dresser to my right and a plush, oversized chair ahead of me with a bookshelf next to it. To my left, a door.

This doesn't look like a hospital. Where the hell am I?!

There's a shooting pain around my neck and shoulder. I wince and glance down to find my left arm in a sling. I'm not in the same clothes that I was in when I wrecked my car either. I've been dressed in plain gray sweatpants and a matching t-shirt. Obviously someone got me out of my car and brought me here.

I gasp, remembering the eerie figure that approached my car right before I passed out. I still don't know who they were or what they were doing there.

I use my seemingly good right arm to push myself into a sitting position.

"Hello?" I shout, but there's no answer. I look around for any sort of call button, but there's nothing. No sign of my cell phone or any other belongings. Just me and this room.

I shift my weight to prepare to get out of the bed, but my body is so sore. My shoulder is aching, my neck feels stiff, and my head is absolutely throbbing. Flipping your car and hitting a tree will do that to you, I guess.

I slowly slide to the edge of the bed and tentatively place my feet on the floor. I test their strength and determine that I should be able to stand. Once I do, however, I feel dizzy and fall back into a seated position. It takes me a few moments to regain my composure and try again.

Finally I'm on my feet and shuffling across the floor. I take care not to move too fast just in case I get light-headed again.

I head for the direction of the closed door on the opposite wall.

"Hello?" I shout again and receive no response. My only option is to reach the door and open it, but I find it locked. My heart sinks. Why am I locked in here? I hesitantly place my ear against the door and try to listen for any noise on the other side. Silence.

"Hello?!" I shout again, louder and closer to the door. After no response again, I begin knocking. I wait several minutes in between knocks, but nobody ever answers.

I turn my attention to the dresser and walk towards it so that I can take a look at myself in the mirror. I lift the bottom hem of the t-shirt I'm wearing and look at my skin. There's a linear bruise running across my stomach and a diagonal one across my chest, I'm assuming from the seatbelt. I also find a bruise on the left side of my neck with a couple of small punctures in the middle of the bruise. Where did that come from? Glass?

Aside from the cuts, bruises, and my arm in a sling, I can't find any serious injuries. Remembering how badly I wrecked, I feel that I'm lucky to be alive.

But I'm tired and in pain. I can't bear to stand at the mirror anymore. Knocking and shouting at the door did nothing. So despite my uneasiness and pure confusion, I make my way back to the bed. But before I do, I check the drawers of the night stands and the dresser. Empty. None of my belongings are here. No phone, no wallet. No way to call for help. No way of knowing where I am.