CHANGE.
Jane Black never had a good life to begin with. Never knew her father, her mother basically ignored her and her little brother's existence their whole life, until she eventually just up and left, leaving Jane to look after her brother, Evan...
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3RD POV: Jane woke up with a groan, a headache already forming. She didn't know where the hell she was or what the hell happened. The last thing she remembered was answering the door for a pizza she ordered, since she was too lazy to cook for her and her younger brother.
Jane's eyes flinched open from the sound of water splashing. She couldn't see a damn thing, wherever she was it was dark and cold. She shivered, still wearing her sleeping clothes from the night before, a black tank top and red plaid sweatpants.
Even though she couldn't see in the blinding darkness, she was able to hear the coughs of a person, worrying her, but also relieving her, knowing she wasn't alone, wherever it was she was at.
"Help! Someone help me!" A voice cries out frantically, abruptly stopping at the sound of metal scrapping. Jane opted to stay quiet, in case it was a trap from the person who'd done this to her.
"Is someone there? Hey!" The man yelled, before turning around ignoring the sound, believing he was just hearing things. "Oh, shit. I'm probably dead." He quietly added, mumbling to himself.
"You're not dead." A deep voice from the corner of the darkness rasped. "Who's that?" The original boy asked frantically. "Hello?" Jane's voice croaked, dry from not talking or drinking water for a long amount of time. She quickly made the choice that however this first voice belonged to wasn't a threat, she didn't know what to think about the other one.
"W-what? Turn on the lights!" The boy ordered mumbling as he hopped around, the sound of a chain being hit on the ground echoing around the room, making it even more eerily. "There's no point in yelling. I already tried it." The second man calmly said. Jane didn't like the emotion to his voice, it scared her, and she was already scared as it was.
"Someone turn the lights on, please!" Jane cried out, going to stand up and walk to find the switch only to be forced to stay in her place. She looked down, though it didn't help since all she saw was black. She yanked her right foot only to hear the sound of metal hitting the ground and the cool metal on her ankle.
"I would if I could." The second man stated. "What the fuck is going on? Where am I?" The first man asked, as Jane pulled on the chain that was locked on her ankle, but to no avail. "I don't know yet."
"Oh fuck, I think I'm about to have a panic attack." Jane murmured, finally giving up in pulling the chain, it was clear as day it wouldn't budge. Instead, she sat back down on the concrete and cried quietly, hands shaking from utter fear.
"What the fuck is that smell?" The younger voice asked; Jane could hear the scowl on his face. "Shh. Hang on a second, I think I found something." The man announced. Jane heard what sounded like his hand rubbing against the wall, most likely looking for the light switch, or Jane hoped at least.
