I woke up on the couch and reached for my phone that was always on the coffee table. Not only was my phone not there, but neither was the coffee table. That was the first issue. The second issue was that this wasn't my house.
It all came rushing back when I tried to prop myself up and cried out. My wrist, the man, the alley, the guy with the tattoos.
Someone walked into the room and I went rigid. "Who the hell are you?" I said, venom my words.
He smirked. "Your savior, armed with an ice pack. I told you it was dangerous," he winked, "so you're 'not so defenseless' huh?"
"Shut up," I said , snatching the ice pack and holding it to my wrist. I took a second to look around the room. There was a huge window, overlooking the lights of Seattle. The room was precisely clean, nothing out of place. Also, it was completely black and white. Not a speck of color.
"You like it?" He said, raising an eyebrow.
"Kind of bland, isn't it?"
He shrugged. "That doesn't matter anyways. My name is Aleks." He sat down beside me, offering a smile.
"Maya." I told him.
"Maya.." He said thoughtfully, smiling to himself. He leaned back and turned on the TV.
"I should probably get going, I have things to do later tonight," I said, getting up.
"It is tonight."
"Huh?"
"It's one in the morning."
"Its been four hours?" I sat back on the couch.
I watched Friends for God knows how long, I didnt want to stay but I was too scared of going outside to leave. I eventually drifted to sleep.
