Stuck

My breath rose up in a mist in front of me. The cold night air sent shivers up my spine. I sat on the ground, my knees pulled up to my chin. I hadn't spoken to anyone in five days. I hadn't eaten in two. My hair was a mess. My clothes were unwashed. I hadn't slept in a week. Dark bags sat under my eyes. My lids drooped heavily but I would be lucky to fall asleep in this weather. Snow started to fall. Great. Just what I needed. My hands were red and blotchy. The only clothes I was wearing were jeans, a t-shirt and a hoodie. Not exactly the best winter wear. But it's all I had. It's all I have.

My neck cracks as  I whip my head around. I'm sure I heard footsteps crunch in the snow. I squint my eyes, trying to make out anything in the shadows. I must have imagined it. No you didn't. You know you heard someone. There's no point arguing with my conscience, it's almost like we're different people. We have conversations. We agree. We disagree. I keep myself company. Call me insane, I probably am. Don't blame me, I've been living rough for four years, eating leftovers from take-aways. It's all I can get. I sit pondering over my thoughts for a little while until I'm interrupted by a sharp stabbing pain at the back of my neck. Then darkness engulfs me.

I'm dead, I'm sure. No you're not, idiot. Unconscious, at least. Correct. But where am I? Open your eyes for goodness sake, how am I supposed to know when I can't see? I suppose you have a point. Of course I do. So modest. Just wake up already. Alright... I sigh. Trying with all my might to pull apart my eyelids. With little success after ten minutes, I give up. Try harder, you lazy mongrel. I'm not a dog. Obviously not, you aren't obedient enough. Thanks, it's nice to be compared to a dog. You're welcome. Hmph. Once more I try to open my eyes. This time my efforts weren't put to waste. Although I wish I'd left them closed. The first thing I see is a dim, flickering light bulb. I preferred it outside in the snow. It's just about as cold in here. I attempt to sit up, only to find my arms and legs are tightly bound to the metal bed I'm lying on. Perfect. I don't know where I am. All I know is that I'm stuck.

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What d'ya think? Yeah, I know, I should probably concentrate on one story at a time but I like to multitask (That's a lie, I'm so lazy). No, I just had the idea and wanted to get it out there before I forget it. Anyhoo, thanks for reading. Slap that vote button with yo' paws.

~Niamh x