Bloody Skull

Prologue

Your POV

My... Head... I try to stand up not knowing where I am. I grab the nearest surface as a filthy stench when up my nostrils. I pull myself up as I fell and tumbled holding my side. I felt two things when I was on the ground. The rain pouring on my face and the multiple holes of pain littered on my body. I crawled into what seemed to be an alleyway streetlight. As I pulled myself under the light I took off what was left of the shirt I had on seeing seven holes in my chest. Did I get shot? I felt something in my pocket pulling out a wallet. It seemed to have my name on it. (Y/N). Great now question is how am I not dead? And who did this to me?... I then felt something flowing lower as I see my leg nearly torn in half and a gash still leaking from my arm. No wonder I was in the garbage... I gotta get help. I tried standing up after using my old shirt to hold my leg. I grabbed a broken pole nearby as I walked out the alley seeing the streets empty. I kept walking in pain not even having a plan. Everything was still foggy. My sight started become fuzzy time to time. I stopped at the corner of the street as I looked up at the streetlights. If I moved anymore I'd lose to much blood. I decided to sit down. At least I'm out in the open. I looked at my arms and hands. My knuckles a bit bruised and arms a bit bloodied up. I was about to just fall asleep until I heard something clicking which made my eyes shift to the direction of the sound. I looked seeing a figure in heels as she put a hand on her hip.

?: You look like shit kid.

Thanks to the pain it was hard to give any remark. I just held one of my arms as I try to ease the pain. She bent down to my level by taking a knee.

?: You know who did this to you?

I just shake my head as I grunt and try to ignore the pain.

?: Well can't leave you to die can I?

She scooted beside me putting my arm over her shoulder as I wince in pain a bit.

?: I don't have anything to nullify the pain so just work with me for a bit.

I didn't think it mattered anyway. Not even a full minute later. I passed out and everything went black. It gave me time to rest and think. But all I can hear when I try to remember. Is screaming. Gunshots and the image of me being dumped in the trash. After that I was in my dark mind. The flop supporting me was water and the area around me was black. I know my name. But that doesn't mean I know who I am... I need to wake up. I tried forcing myself awake by concentrating as I feel myself slowing opening my eyes. I hear a heart monitor and my body felt numb. I heard someone walk up to my side as they leaned over me.

?: Looks like you're awake. Almost a full day. I was starting to give up on you.

Me: Well aren't you a ray- ow. That still stings.

?: I was able to suppress it a bit. But with your wounds I'm surprised you're not yelling your lungs out. You're tough for a kid your age.

Me: I'm not a kid. I'm nineteen. [For the sake of not being arrested by the FBI]. Who are you anyway?

Valentine: I'm Valentine. I read your I.D.. (Y/N) huh?

Me: Well aren't you nosy.

I tried sitting up as she just shook her head.

Valentine: I'm glad you're breathing and everything. But you need rest.

Me: There's no rest for the wicked.

I say as I managed to slide my feet to the side as I near the edge.

Me: Can I get a crutch or something?

She nodded grabbing a makeshift crutch as I used it and slipped off the bed. I stumbled at first, but I kept my balance.

Me: Where am I anyways?