The Dark Room

Wake Up Call

My mind was dead, like being knocked in the head with a boulder and blacking out completely. A light flickered in my head, the same way an old computer would start up, spitting and sputtering back to life.

I felt dizzy and almost high, like when you breathe in too much and after a while, you begin to feel woozy. I didn't know where I was or what had happened.

I try to move, my arms ache badly. But something restrains my body in place. I open my eyes widely, fear bleeding quickly through my being.

I could feel my heart beating erratically in my chest, I was in a dark room handcuffed in place. I could hardly see anything in the room, the only brightness coming from a red smudge of neon on the opposite wall. My vision was blurry and my head throbbed painfully.

What happened....

I looked around in the darkness, but it was hopeless, I couldn't see anything as tears messed with eyes even more. A choked sob escaped my lips as I tugged pitifully at the handcuffs

I knew since I couldn't see my surroundings I would have to use my other senses. I could feel a strange softness under my figure and could see wisps of a curtain like fabric surrounding whatever I had been sprawled out on.

Bed...it's a bed...

Worry ran through me,

Why am I on a bed?!

Another mantra of sobs left my swollen, pink lips and fat, hot tears pour down my cheeks. I kept trying to jerk myself out of the metal restraints, but it was no use. I wasn't very strong when I was healthy but I was distraught and hurting, there was no way I would be strong now.

I'm going to die. Someone is going to come and kill me.

I cried in my mind. Of course, I began to think the worst. I continued crying and tugging for what seemed like forever. It could have been minutes it could have been hours. I don't know, but it felt like an eternity.

I fell against the bed weakly choking on my saliva that was being mass produced due to my constant crying. Ten excruciatingly long minutes and my eyes were finally beginning to return to their normal state, I could finally see well enough to make out what the only bit of the was.

A red neon sign. Like one, you'd see at a bar advertising for liquor or some kind of alcohol. But no it didn't say enter, open, beer ½ off! or anything of the sorts. No, it said something completely ironic and terrifying.

The Dark Room

Something about that sign made me want to scream, to cry for help until my lungs give out. My throat constricted tightly and I felt as if I couldn't breathe.

Suddenly a deep chuckle sounded from the opposite side of the room.

I froze in place, something in me thinking that maybe if I stayed still whoever it was would go away. I was staring at the wall that had the light on it and noticed a shift of movement in the darkness.

"Baby boy you're finally awake." the voice purrs darkly.

A shudder racked my small body, the sound was paralyzing.

"I was beginning to worry, you've been out for a while." He chuckles. The movement under the red glow increased as a figure stood, silhouetting himself in the light.

He was tall, with broad shoulders and his hair seemed to shimmer a silver red tint. Something about his voice and build was so familiar. But recognition was just out of reach, my mind still muddled from the insane amount of drug that had soaked the rag which was practically stuffed down my throat.