Funhouse (Incomplete)

Twelve. Trystan.

          Ow. I groan as I try to force open my eyes. A rush of pain pulses through me every time I attempt to move. My head is throbbing and I can feel a large gash on my shoulder, causing me to curse every time I shrug slightly. I move my face and I'm able to finally open my eyes after what seems like forever. In a way I wish I hadn't. The darkness that greets me is thick and I have to squint in order to see anything properly, which makes my head hurt even more. I can see scraps of objects littering the floor and I gasp at the sight of my own blood. It trickles lightly down my arm, leaving a stain of a trail. I groan again.

          I'm seated on the floor, my leg chained to the wall behind me, and there is only a small pathetic window at the top of the opposite wall to let in light. I feel the urge to scream. So I do. I scream in agony. I scream for help. I scream for someone to listen. My throat begins to falter, as I feel the flesh inside scrape away. I cease my yelling and fall back against the wall, gritting my teeth as the impact defines every bruise on my body. I think back to yesterday - or whenever it had been when I'd been knocked out. The window in the corner is bright so I assume it's daytime.

          I struggle to remember much. The meeting with my friends. Ola not being there. I drop off Lexi. Then, nothing. I don't remember where I went from there. Or what happened after. Just a  blank canvas. I sigh and look down at myself. I'm wearing my own clothes, I'm pretty sure the same ones I was wearing yesterday. There are cuts covering my legs but nothing too deep. The main issue is the throbbing in my head which I wish would stop, every beat like a continuous tick-tock of a clock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. That leads me to wonder how long I've been down here. How long I'd be down here. That scares me.

          I still don't know who did this. I want to shout out and tell the coward to come down here and face me. But in this state I know that'd do no good. I know that no one would hear anyway.

          A stone clatters on the floor. My head snaps up and I grit my teeth at the pain. I hold my breath as I peer into the shadows veiling the corner of the room. Two dull, grey eyes reflect the pale light from the window and I gasp. How did I not notice that before? I blame it on my poor mental state. I want to call out to the person but I'm held fast by this trance, just me and them. And then they break it and look down, sorrow evident in their round eyes. I hear them clear their throat quietly, and their eyes look back up into mine.

          "Hello."