Amnesia

Chapter 1- The Dark

Hey guys! This is the first story I've ever written (lol or should I say going to write). It's not going to be the best and I'm a beginner, so please if I make any spelling mistakes/grammar/ etc just let me know, but don't be rude!

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Also, the name and cover are not permanent, so if you have any suggestions let me know.

I don't know if you can tell but I'm very excited to write this!

Okay, that's enough of my nervous ranting. Here's chapter 1, thank you for reading!

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The water dripping from the moldy ceiling pulls me from my unconscious state. Where am I? I'm surrounded by cold and the ground that I'm currently laid on is hard like cement. I  look around but I'm surrounded by pitch black. Silence fills the air except for the occasional drip of water.

"Help", I try to yell but it comes out of my scratchy throat as a whisper. I cough, trying to clear my throat.

"Somebody help me", I whine out again, my voice coming out stronger and echoing against the stone walls. I bring my hands up to cup my pounding head and feel liquid being smeared against my temples.

I let out a groan.

Why is this happening? I search my head for answers but I don't remember anything. I try to think on how I got myself into this mess but my mind is blank. I begin to panic. My breathing becoming heavy and rapid as if i'm not receiving enough oxygen. My throat tightens and my mouth becomes dry. So I do what any terrified person would do and scream like crazy.

"Help me", I scream as loud as my voice can and I don't stop. I need to get out of this place. It smells horrible. Or maybe that's just me. I don't know how long I've been here.

" Help, somebody, please help". I keep screaming those words over and over, not knowing what else to say. My pleads for help continue causing my head to soar with pain, but I don't stop. I can't stay in this awful place any longer. I begin my cry for help over again, each time getting quieter as my throat feels raw.

Suddenly, a door creaks open, revealing a wooden stair case leading down to where I'm slouched on the floor. I get to my feet, not moving any closer than necessary.

"Oh thank god, please help me. I don't know where I am. I think I hit my head." I plead, a wave of relief washes over me. Heavy foots steps begin walking down the steps, creaking under the pressure, which soon reveal a heavyset man in jeans and a large black shirt. His head is bald. It seems as though all the hair from his head has moved to his chin since his dingy beard stretches way past his chest. He doesn't look like the nicest person but he's helping me, so I shouldn't be so quick to judge. He slowly approaches me, a sour expression on his face.

"Thank you, I- ", my words are cut off as a loud smack echoes through the cold, dark room and I soon realize the man I thought came to save me had done the opposite. A sting now occupies my cheek as he had just slapped me.

My hands fly in front of me to protect myself as the large man raises his beefy, dirty looking hand to slap me again. He suprises me by grabbing my knotted hair, slinging me to the ground and into the wall that was a few steps behind me. I gasp and cling onto my now aching arm that I have just landed on. A cry escapes my lips as the man begins to walk towards me again. I suck in a deep breathe, worrying what he'll to do to me next.

"Please, what have I done to you?", I practically beg. He is just inches away from me now.

"Shut your mouth next time." He says angrily, his voice laced in disqust. I must have done something horrible to be treated like this.