Waking up

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(Y/N)'s P.O.V

God, my head hurts so badly...... Didn't I pass out....? Or fall asleep or something.... I... I need to get up... I want to get up....my eyes won't open....

~Five minutes pass, (Y/N) thinking quietly to herself ~

I slowly forced my eyes open, making myself go into a sitting position, leaning against my elbows.

"W-where.... am I..?" When I looked around, I realised I was in a bed room. Where was I? What.... happened?

I observed the large room, it had many piles of clothing and other things on the floor. So I guessed it belonged to a male.... Or a really sloppy girl... Hey, but what can I say, I'm not so neat myself. No, no, the colors around the room and the clothing on the floor obviously belonged to a man.

The room had grey walls, and a black carpet. I was laying in a large queen sized bed, or something like that, located in the right corner of the room. The bed had blood red pillows and sheets, then the blanket covering it was black.

I looked around, seeing two doors located on the left wall. Then a third door a few feet from the end of the bed.

The first door that was a few feet away from the end of the bed, was a dark red color. Most likely the exit from the room. The other two doors on the left wall were only about a foot apart from one another, then about five or six feet from the bed. They were same color as the first door.

One of the two was open, revealing a bathroom. The other, was closed. Probably a closet....

I tossed the blanket off, throwing my legs off the side the bed. I sighed quietly, attempting to stand. I stopped when I felt a sharp pain shoot from my stomach, forcing me back down on the bed. I gripped onto my stomach, feeling tears forming in my eyes. My (H/C) hair fell in my face as I let out a small cough. Tasting a bit of blood in my mouth..... Blood?!

Whenever I lifted up my shirt, I saw my stomach had been wrapped. Most likely not properly attended to, that's why it hurt so much. Just wrapped...

Then I remembered what had happened. I had been attacked at home... and stabbed... By that crazy guy, with the smile face...

I looked over when I heard a slow creak, the wooden door at the end of the bed slowly opening. I flinched, hearing the door slam.

"Hello princess. Finally awake I see~"

I looked the boy over, my eyes widening. It was him... His dark hair was in his face, and his hands were in his messy jacket pockets. Stained with, most likely.... My blood.

He slowly began to walk tword me, staring to the wall behind me for a moment before he turned to face me. I backed up, my right hand still gripping onto my stomach. I coughed again, though there was no taste of blood, luckily.  After a moment my back hit the cold wall, he just smirked and laughed. Is this shit amusing to him.....?!

Stepping forward a bit more, he slowly leaned tword me, his face inches away from mine. Almost imminently, I turned my head away. He took both his hands from his pockets, placing his left hand on my thigh. Then the right hand, he used to grab my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"You have such pretty eyes, you know....." I tried to turn my face away, yet he was to strong. Tears streamed down my cheeks. Oh god.... Of course I'd start crying right now...

"Aw... Poor girl..." He stated in a sarcastic tone, laughing again. "You can't do anything about me. I can do anything i want to you." He gently let go of my face, wiping away my tears.

"S-stop..."

"Heh.... Make me."

I glared at him, slowly removing my hand from my stomach. My hand was shaking a little, I don't really know why, but it was...  I didn't even think, my hand moved quickly though the air as I slapped him dead across the face.

His eyes widened, a surprised expression on his face as he slowly turned back twords me. 'Oh crap... I shouldn't have done that...' Was my first thought, and about the only thought i was able to have before I saw an angry expression come across his face. Growling, he slapped me twice across the face, which made more tears stream down my cheeks. I sobbed quietly, beginning to feel the burn across my face as my cheeks began to go to a light red from the hits.

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