Possibilities

Something happened (on the way home)

Chapter 1: Something happened (on the way home)

''Damn, I'm gonna be late!'' muttered Matthew to himself. Another day was starting and yet again he managed to be late for work. Quickly he rushed out of his apartment and ran off the stairs. By the time he was outside the building, Matthew caught his breath and continued to walk faster by the minute.

On a nice day of May, the streets of Los-Angeles were all cleared out, which was not so usual at this time of the day. But anyways, the beach had never been so charming. The sun was shining, the birds chirping...cliché I know. The waves of the sea were like a soft melody playing in the background (the perfect setting for a romance, isn't it? I'm kidding!). It felt like another good day was starting on the west coast.

But let's go back to Matthew. On his way to the university, where he worked as a French professor, Matthew bumped into someone; not paying much attention to the person, he quickly apologized and remained walking, until he finally managed to catch a bus (or whatever).

Okay, now none of that seems interesting, and as I am telling you this part, I realize it is really not that interesting at all. But I guess it is important for the rest of the story, or well, you'll see anyways. Stay tuned.

So, he eventually arrived at work just in time for his lecture, and then the day pursued its course. Between his classes and discussions (more or less interesting) with other professors, Matthew had a quite busy day, like most of his days. Who would have thought, right?

At first sight, everything seemed normal, nothing out of the ordinary happened. Although, as his day at work came to an end, and as he started to make his way to some coffeehouse where he was supposed to meet his friends and release the stress of the day, something happened.

Something happened. It's just as simple as that; it happened. And it wasn't just anything, Matthew fell.

Okay, I know it might sound strange or crazy or maybe even stupid but just hear (or read) the rest.

Yeah so he fell, big deal. (I feel like I am rambling right now so I'll just explain). The thing is, he didn't just fall; he was knocked unconscious. And now you're probably just thinking: ''what?!'' So let's get this straight, he was walking, alone, when he felt something hit his head. Then he fell and then he just blacked out. (Maybe I should have started with that). After that, everything was just a blur.

When he gained back consciousness, Matthew was tied to a chair. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore.

What the hell was going on?! What was happening to him?! Was he dreaming or, you know, in the middle of a nightmare?

He opened his eyes; they looked grey in the darkness or the room. (If you could call it a room, but that's just my opinion). He looked around, as if searching for any clue as to where he was.

''What the...'' was all he could muster when he realized he couldn't move. He was sitting in an old chair; it was creaking at any single move, something that didn't please his ears very much.

Then he started to feel something. It was pain. His head was aching, and the back of his head was in pain. He put two and two together, because he was far from being an idiot, and figured that he must have been hit. But he didn't recall seeing anyone before he passed out.

And there it was, the continuous flow of questions that was invading his mind. What is happening? Where am I? Who is behind this? Why was I hit? Why? And then another question hit him: Am I being kidnapped?

All his mental wander was stopped when a figure appeared, out of nowhere. At least, his questions would soon be answered.

It was a woman, not so tall, nonetheless not so petite, light brown hair, maybe in her late twenties or in her thirties. She wasn't close enough for him to see her greenish eyes.