I watched the shadows criss-cross in front of me as I walked down the block to my best friend's place.
Ah, fuck. Memories.
I hummed a song to myself, pretty loudly, since I knew there wasn't even a single other person outside.
I stopped in front of the quaint little house and breathed in the fresh air, feeling too good to not be on crack.
I wasn't, I swear.
A scream suddenly ripped through the dewy spring air, startling me enough for goosebumps to move about my arms.
I realized it came from the house.
"Fuck," I whispered to myself.
I pulled out my phone to dial 911, but for some reason, I stayed out in the open.
"Not so fast, Ollie," a voice weirdly similar to mine said from behind me.
"Joke's on you, my name's Oliver, and I can't do anything fast," I shot out before a sewer-tasting rag was forced into my mouth.
"I'd prefer food, but this passes," I mumbled before I passed out.
I came to in a weird dreary kind of place that had stone walls and not much furniture to accompany it. As I saw the vertical metal bars that made up one of the walls, I realized that I was in a jail cell.
"Fuck, it smells like ass down here." I cringed and covered my nose.
"Oh, you can say that again," a voice to my left said. I turned and was met with the view of a girl with a side ponytail and a mask sitting on a mattress that was forced into a narrow hole in the nearest wall.
"OH, hi! Where the fuck are we?"
"Hell," mask head replied.
"Somewhere," replied another voice. This time it was a guy, but every time I squinted to make out his features, they dissipated into spots.
I felt my face and groaned when I didn't feel my glasses. "Have y'all seen a pair of nerdy-ass blue glasses?" I was met with blank stares.
I shrugged and muttered "tough crowd" before sitting right where I was and blindly searching for my glasses.
I heard slight scampering and looked up to see the blurry body of someone else walk toward me and sit my glasses in my grasp.
"OH, THANK YOU."
"No problem," a soft voice responded.
As I put on my glasses, I realized there were more people in the cell than I originally thought. Instead of it being a cell for one person, it was for multiple.
"This really is hell."
