That's it. You can't get away with that. No one can get away with that. I'm on!
You woke up this time more ached than before. Your head felt as heavy as metal. Your heart was racing abnormally loud enough to reach your ears. Your chest felt like it was 10 beats away from a big human bomb. Your eyes took a while to open to the tiny streak of light falling in the dark dingy room through the curtain hole.
Where am I? Why does it feel like a super strong hangover?
After a few minutes of getting back to your senses, you look down at your feet. They've been tied with a rustic rope that's scraping your skin off. Same with your hands. They skin beneath and around the rope is rusted and cuts and scars is what it displays.
How long has this rope been on me? Wait... Who am I? Why can't I remember my name? Ste... Stell... Steph... Stephanie? Stephanie. Yes, Stephanie! Stephanie Gomez!
You look to your left. You look to your right. It's dark. So dark, you don't even know the end of the walls.
"Oh no! Zac! Zac! Za..." You try to call out for Zac, but before you could raise your voice higher, a hand covers your mouth. The hand felt known. It's been felt before. The touch of that hard skin has been on you before. That cold palm didn't move. The silence in the room was louder than you ever heard. Silent enough to hear the blood flow in that cold hand loud. You've felt this. You know you've felt this. But, who is it? Why is this palm so cold, but the blood flow loud? Is this person on oxygenation? Is he even a person? That instant touch of that hand gave your heart a mini stroke. It's like you've been there before. You've felt the exact same stroke before. Who is this person you're so scared of?
"Shut up, Rider! If he wakes up, we're all dead." A voice spoke. He whispered in your left ear. You've heard it. You've heard that very voice speak more closer to you. Closer than anyone has ever been to you.
Why can't I remember who he is? Why can't I remember what happened? Where is Zac? Who is Zac? Who is this person whispering in my ear? Feels like I've known him. Felt him.
"Who are you? Who is Zac?" That strange voice didn't speak. It was like he almost disappeared into the dark.
Where did he go? Why is he not answering? I don't even know whether he's close or far. What should I d...
"Wanna know who I am, Rider? I'm your mask man. And, Zac's dead."
"What? What's a mask man? Why are you calling me Rider? My name's Stephanie. What's your nam..." But just then, you felt a sharp syringe poke you on your left arm and a cold wave of fear and pain flow down your spine.
"I've felt this before. I know I've felt this before. Where am I? What is this? Where is Zac? Who are yo..." Almost unconscious, you hear him say, "Shhhh.... He'll wake up."
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Mystery / ThrillerDid you ever love someone? And sometime later realize that the ending is always the same? Painful. And sometime later realize that you have to move on? Regret. And sometime later realize that whatever your present holds always hints you back to yo...