Yume Prison

Chapter 1

I opened my eyes hesitantly.
I was in a small cardboard box in a dusty, shady-looking alleyway. It was littered with cans of various types of fizzy drinks and empty packets of crisps. All I could remember was the shouting anger that had been directed at me, before I was hit with the hot pain, slapping the side of my head. My vision had blurred out, as the sudden migraine of pain seized my head, paralysing me, and shocking me as I fell to the hard, rock-solid ground. I remember hearing muffled shouts, as the ringing, overwhelming sound of static became more and more evident. It overtook all other sound in a matter of a couple of seconds, as the dizziness took over, and I closed my eyes. I sat up in the flimsy cardboard box. Where was I? I flinched. There was a severely painful wound in the side of my head. I put my small hand over it to try to stop the pain, but it didn't help at all. I pulled my hand back down again. Through my dizzy vision, I saw that my hand was now covered in a crimson red liquid. It was then that I noticed the thick, sticky stream of blood, trailing down into the drain besides the box, and the pool of blood I was sitting in.

I sat there for a good 30 minutes. Or was it an hour? Or maybe many hours? I honestly couldn't tell. My entire body felt numb. I had no idea what to do. I lost more and more blood. I could feel myself getting extremely dizzy. My short, pained breaths were becoming heavy and sharp. I sat there, chocking in pain with small shallow gasps. The wound in my head was unbearable. It would end soon wouldn't it? It wouldn't be too long before it all stops. I had lost so much blood, and I had been sitting there for such a long time. There was no way I could survive for much longer. Please, someone, help.
There was no use. I stared at the ground, waiting it out. But then unexpectedly--

"Hello, sunshine, are you okay?"

My eyes were on the verge of closing. I used the last of my energy to position my head slightly upwards. Standing in front of me, was a lady, carrying a little blue bag. Her hair was a very light brown which faded into blonde near the ends. Her eyes were a light blue, but looked odd, almost fake or translucent. She was warmly smiling at me, a broad grin on her face, yet something was off about her. Then, abruptly, the world turned upside down, tipping over, and I plunged to the ground, losing my consciousness.