Waking up with a pounding head brought agony shadowing my face. The unfamiliar aroma filling my body as I tried to take a glance around my surroundings. Feeling scared yet confused, I realsed I wasn't home in my nice warm bed. Then again, where was home? Did I have a home? Did I have a family? Wait, what the hell is my name?
My breathing began to quicken as it clicked that who ever could have possibly put me here has also drugged me. This leading to my amnesia of some sort of mild concussion.
Getting rid of the horrible thought for a moment, I decided to take in my surroundings, even though I couldn't see a thing.
Feeling around the dark atmosphere, my hands/body collided with what seemed like walls going all around. Narrowed it down to a box, I guess.
Tripping over what felt like a crate of some sort, a slight screeching began to fill my overly sensitive ears.
It was then, I finally realised I was moving. Panicked began to wash over my hole body as I saw a ceiling of some sort up ahead. The urge to vomit as it hit me that I was about to collide full board into the hard shaped object.
At a sudden halt, I stopped moving, a couple of feet from the flat surface.
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The Fighter (Newt Love Story)
RandomNothing! Nothing came to mind as a sat in self pity in the metallic box. For heavens sake, I can't even remember my own bloody name! How stupid can you get right? Out of all bloody people, it would be me stuck in this ridiculous situation. How would...
