With out You

I woke up next to the spawn of satan himself

Chapter one -  I woke up next to the spawn of satan himself

Authors Note ~ This is my first time writing a book and im not sure how it will turn out. I figured i give it a try on a topic which i can write about for days lol, i hope you enjoy!

My brain pounds against my skull with such force I think it might just leap out and make an escape. I open my eyes, trying to clear my thoughts which are quickly filled with confusion. What the hell? I don’t recognize this place at all. This small closet like room is dim, having only the light from under the door giving me the slightest bit of reassurance as to decipher where I was, and who was lying beside me.

Oh my god. Please don’t be a dead body, this can’t be happening. My heart begins to race of the thought of not knowing who was with me in this tiny closet. I have watched way to many horror movies to know all too well that I am either A- I crashed at Lucas’s party and is in one of the many rooms in his house. Or B- I was kidnapped in the silence of the night and was left to die with this person next to me. I frantically search for any sign of the rest of my clothes, which I realized was no where to be found. I try to get up when I was quickly reminded of my massive headache that had no sign of calming down any time soon.  

There is a faint banging noise, its sounds coming from downstairs. Even the slightest bit of noise still has enough power to make my head pound. The banging is getting louder, coming in threes. I try to ignore it, when I feel the body next to me begin to twitch. I jump in fear; my heart beat growing more erratic by the second. I try to create as much distance from me and this stranger next to me that is slowly coming back to life, but due to such small conditions, it isn’t very much. I can’t tell if the banging noise is getting louder, or closer, but it’s definitely taking a toll on my head, making it spin uncontrollably. I try my hardest to keep the contents of my stomach inside; god knows how long well be locked in this claustrophobic room. I can see the person’s chest start to rise and fall slowly, I can’t tell if their eyes are open, due to their awkward and quite uncomfortable sleeping position. Who am I to judge, I barely have any clothes on for crying out loud!

All I know is that my shirt has disappeared into the dark night and that these jeans are really really loose. I am seriously contemplating whether they belong to a boy. Possibly My boy? the boy who I was with last night. I am finally regaining some memory from that fuzzy night. He was wearing a red shirt, I know because he easily stood out from the crowd. His hair was jet black and spiked up in every direction. I can’t remember what he looks like, but all I can recall is that he was hot as hell. Literally, I remember feeling his burning hot touch against my skin as he left sweet rough kisses along my neck.

That’s it. That’s all I remember so far. A small tired voice begins to groan as they stretch their arms but quickly pulls back and grabs their head from I’m guessing their pounding headache as well. Great, so I’m in a closet with another person that was completely hammered just like me. Hopefully they remember something... Anything would be more than what I can recall.  I try to make out the figure now sitting up beside me, I can tell from their dark figure casted by the slim streak s of light that escaped from underneath the door that they have a built frame, probably tall, and with medium tall hair, almost as if its spiked up.. Or in an afro, or has a hat on.  After about a minute of scanning this person’s silhouette, a groggy deep voice breaks the uneasy silence.

“Jade? “