My second chance

Chapter 2: Stuck in the confinements of these four walls

I could hear a ringing in my head.

How though?

I should be dead.

I remember dying.

The ringing noise kept building until it was deafening. My eyes were burning and I desperately tried to open them. It felt like hours of darkness before I managed to peel my eyes open.

There light was bright and it did nothing to help the pounding in my head or the burning of my eyes. Thank god the ringing noise had stopped though.

I slowly raised my head using my arms for support, there was a dull throb throughout my whole body which I tried to ignore. I slowly glanced round the whole room. There was nothing to be seen except for the bed I lay upon, a chair to the right of me and a dresser on the other side of the room. Although the furniture was minimal there was a homey feeling throughout the room.

My arms and neck were beginning to ache, I still did not understand how was I alive and where was I? Lifting my arms so I could see them I couldn't help but gasp at the long cuts that now marked my skin, some were still bleeding and I was mesmerised at the sight of the flowing Crimson blood. I gulped before hesitantly peeling the cover from my body so I could assess the damage to my legs. Like my arms they were covered in cuts and scratches, my once olive skin was now stained the colour of roses. If my arms and legs looked this bad I could only imagine the state of my head as I remembered the pain when I smacked into the window.

Tentatively I raised my hand to my hair. wincing as I felt a long cut at the back of my head. My hands felt there way round my hair. What once was long, brown and shiny was now knotty and matted with blood. Returning my hands to my side my body began to shake as my emotions became too strong. I was physically hurting but mentally I was scared, I was confused and I was lost. The tears blinded my vision and I found myself sobbing louder than I ever had, my whole body was heaving as the tears poured down my face.

It felt like I had been crying for hours, stuck in the confinement of this room with no idea what was happening. My body was shaking more and more when suddenly I heard the unmistakable sound of a lock being turned.

My eyes snapped to the door and I desperately tried to muffle the sounds of my crying. I watched with cautious eyes as the door swung open and a tall man and woman stepped inside.