So this is a tad different than my usual stuff but I've actually been working on this concept ever since year 6 and I'm finally getting it right so make sure to comment and all that Barry Bee Benson Jazz. I hate myself to an unholy extent for writing that, oh my gosh. I will definitely be doing a part 2 and 3. I'm sorry for all the Chris imagines, he's just so perfect to write about. The flow of his storied are a lot smoother and they just work.
Anyway, cheery-bye! Enjoy!
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You wouldn't believe what extreme isolation can do to you.
The idea of spending four years in a cold, desolate room with only pain outside is chilling for most people.
It's less terrifying when you've lived that life before.
I was stepping quietly down the deserted streets, taking in the tranquil sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the wind. I hummed along gently to the song playing through my headphones on the way to school until I saw something.
I saw an old man laying in the street, clutching onto his leg as though it were broken. I didn't even consider leaving, I only slipped my headphones off my head and bolted towards him. 'Sir? Are you okay?' I asked, kneeling beside him.
'I-I...think my leg-'
'Oh gosh, um...hold on, I'll have a look at it.' I lifted the leg of his dress pants before suddenly feeling something sharp prick my neck. I winced and lifted my hand, feeling something resembling a syringe poking out of my flesh. 'I-I...what is...' I was already beginning to feel woozy. He injected me with some sort anaesthetic that was making my mind feel numb. Before I passed out, I began to feel arms lift me and my legs being dragged across the concrete.
'Thanks for taking me out.'
'It was no problem.' I stood outside with a really nice girl I had been talking to from a café. We had gone on a really nice date and I had walked her all the way home. 'I should...get going. It's getting late.'
'Awe, but Chris. I was going to invite you inside.' She was obviously flirting but I really didn't want to do anything too serious. I only liked her, after all. 'I'll make you a coffee.' My head shot up and my excitement skyrocketed.
'Oh fuck yes!' I suddenly cheered, smiling as she dragged me inside. Her house was really nice, red chairs/couches, a black and white striped carpet and a large apartment window that showed off the entire city. I knew she lived in a classy apartment building but I never expected something so incredible. I shut the door behind me and followed her to the kitchen where she began making me a drink.
'You really love coffee, don't you?' She chuckled turning her back from me to hide the two mugs in her hands.
'When you spend your nights playing really loud music you end up depending on it, y'know? I'd rather not fall asleep on stage.' I joked stepping out of the kitchen to examine the gorgeous view. 'How in the world can you afford a place like this?'
'I'm a doctor.' I heard her click the kettle off and pour the water into the two mugs as I pressed my hands against the glass and looked down. 'I mostly work in psychology, though but I dabble. I'm currently studying how the brain responds to years of constant psychological torture.'
'What does that entail?' I asked, beginning to wonder what she was talking about.
'Nothing too important.' She stepped out of the kitchen and towards me, steaming cups pressed against her hands. She held mind out to me, a kind smile on her face. I took the mug from her as my heart began to flutter at the sight of her. She was always so beautiful and eloquent, a rarity among my town. I thanked her for the drink and took one sip. The moment my lips detached from the cup, my head began to spin.
'S-Sorry I guess I'm tired...' I tried to brush it off until she began to snicker and chuckle like a maniac.
'Not tired, only drugged. You've injected a lot of Flunitrazepam, a fast acting drug that will knock you out for a few hours.'
'Y-You fucking roofied me?' I shouted, trying to stay conscious as my legs gave out and my limbs twitched violently, the adrenaline and drugs mixing into unholy jerks.
'Yes, to put it simply I roofied you. And you thought I liked you. Sad, lonely little Chris is going to continue to be sad and lonely.' She taunted me with her devious smile as I began to fade into unconsciousness.
