Fear of the Unknown

Who am i?

Darkness, it was all I could see for a couple of minutes. "Where am I? What happened?" I ask myself. I look around to see a dark room barely lit up by a broken lamp in the corner of the room. I pull myself from the bed on the floor as I feel the cold chains around my wrist and ankles. I look where the chains are on me as it seems I have been here a while, my skin is raw from my moving while I was out. There are even some cuts around where the cuffs are. "Maybe from when I tried to escape?"  I questioned. I can't remember why I am here or where 'here' is. I start to study the room  some more, looking for a way out. Then I notice a key on the desk next to the lamp. I start to reach for it when the cold chains pull me back ; reminding me I am bound to the bed. I start to notice that there is something hot , and sticky dripping on me. I look up to see at it is and righty above me is a huge leaking stain, but it was more of a maroon color. Blood, it's leaking blood. I got up slowly and pull the bed to the other side of the room, trying to not be too loud because I have no idea what's on the outside of this room. Reaching for the key slowly due to the pain of the cuffs rubbing against my wrist. I grab it and unlock the cuffs around my wrist and ankles. Then I grab my wrist in pain exhale sharply and push myself in to move. "How did I get here? Where am I? Wait, who am I?"

Getting to my feet I slowly tried to open the door. I shake the cold door handle, but there is no point it won't budge. My eyes gaze around the room for another option, then I remember. Right next to the leak in the ceiling there is a vent. "The ceiling isn't very high." I thought with happiness. "Maybe I could use the bed to get up there." I whisper to myself. Stepping off the cold floor one foot at a time, and slowly getting on my bed. Looking down at myself, I could see my ribs and hip bones. I seem to be paper thin, as well as the fact that I'm wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts. My knees stick out as well as my ankles. My hair is long and blond and ratty. "How long have I been here?" I question again. An image passing through my mind, a memory? There is a girl looking in the mirror, and her hair was rather short, about to her ears. Is that girl me? If so then I have been here a really long time my hair is to my hips now. Drip, drip the blood awoke me from my mind tryin to make sense out of all this. Looking up at the vent I saw nothing more then a blanket was covering it. A sharp pain ran through my chest, almost as if a warning sign, something is wrong. "Either way, this is my only escape." I think to myself all the while taking in a deep breath. Reaching up I grab the blanket that is soaked in blood as some squeezes put on me, I look away as I pull it down. Thick, hot, sticky blood came pouring down on me. I exhale sharply trying to not get the blood in my mouth. The smell of it all and feeling the texture on my face makes me gag. "Keep moving forward." I think to myself. I may not remember who I am, but I will find out who did this to me.

* Hey so I just got some of this off of my story book on my lap top, but I promise there is more coming - Perry *