I wake up to the hot breaths of someone staring over me. I take a quick glance around and come to the realization that I'm in a hospital room.
"Quick- we don't have a lot of time," the figure above me whispered.
Although the person seemed to be a boy, there wasn't much more you could see in the dark room. The boy was wearing a dark hoodie, jeans, and a black beanie.
"What's going on?" I asked confused.
Before I even knew it, the boy had picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He dashed out of the room and we began down the hallway.
"What the fu-?"
He slammed his hand over my mouth.
"Shhh. We can't be seen."
We came to a halt when we reached the end of the hall. The mystery boy peeked around the corner link to realize that there was a lady sitting at the counter on a computer.
He put me down and told me to stay and in a blink of an eye, he was gone. I made a dash down the opposite direction in attempt to get away from the crazy boy.
Suddenly, in mid-sprint, I toppled to the floor. The doctors must have put me on a crazy amount of meds because I couldn't even see straight.
Lifting my head, I saw a pair of Jordans in front of my face. Mystery Boy picked up my weak body once again.
Unable to fight his grip, my lifeless body dangled over his shoulder. With blurred vision, I assumed that we were headed to an exit.
So many questions were rushing through my head: Who is this boy? Where is he taking me? And why?
The parking lot was dark and vacant except one car. The boy quickly opened the door and plopped me in and ran around to the drivers seat. Putting the keys in the ignition, we quickly sped off.
"Would you mind telling me what's going on?" I half whispered, almost unable to talk.
"The less you know, the better," he said sternly.
A shudder ran down my spine. The boy glanced at me and saw my frightened expression.
"Let's just say, the less you know, the better."
