Disoriented, he pulled against the ropes that bound his wrists. I let him try a few seconds longer before deciding he wouldn't be able to get free either.
"Don't bother." My throat burning, not quite used to the hushed tone.
He looked up, his eyes met mine. Brown, I think, it was pretty dark in the room we were trapped in. I wonder if he can see the rope that restrained my wrists as well.
"I've already tried." I added raising my bloodied wrists.
His straining eased, but not all that much. He looked around the room. It wasn't very interesting, there weren't any windows but there was a dim lamp in the corner. What little light came from the lamp revealed the room to be some sort of old office. A desk sat in the corner closest to the boy, there were a few stray papers on the floor.
"Where are we? Who are you?" His words stumbled out. He was doing pretty well, maybe if I wasn't in this situation alongside him, I wouldn't have heard the fear in his voice.
"Wait, who am I?" Well, that's just great, he doesn't remember anything either.
It couldn't have been longer than a second before blinding LED lights stole my vision, I shut my eyes hoping the pain would dissipate. Slowly, I opened my eyes.
I wish I'd kept them shut.
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Short Stories by Bri
Short StoryShort stories that flood my brain and won't stop haunting me until I have typed them out. I hope one day I will have it in me to finish each of these stories, so cheers to first steps! #GoTeam Please feel free to leave comments and give me pointers...
