LIMITLESS

CHAPTER ONE

     I FORCED MY EYES OPENED, expecting the aches that surged through my brain but not the harsh sun rays which blinded me immediately. I didn't need to force them shut as they did on their own accord. I had to blink severally before my eyes could finally adapt to the brightness coming in from...from?

     Shit! I had no idea where I was or where this goddanm rays could be coming from.

      After a couple of futile attempt in figuring out my surroundings, I finally decided to go for the much more easier way. I opened my mouth to yell but what came out was a crooked kind of sound and at that moment I realized my throat was on fire.

     Jesus, what the hell could be happening? I mentally groaned. Why am I waking up to a strange well furnished and beautiful room? And why the fuck am I handcuffed to a bed? well, it wasn't just any bed as it was by far the biggest bed I have ever been on in my entire life. Still it didn't make sense to me. Nothing was making sense. Not even the pain I had been expecting when I woke up.

     Not liking the thought of being in some kind of deep shit and the helpless feeling that coursed through me, I managed to push myself into a much better position without hurting my cuffed right wrist in the process. A stream of curses flew out my lips as a wave of pain descended upon every part of my- now I notice- bruised body. A lazy smile turned up on my face when I noticed the burning sensation in my throat hadn't stopped me from swearing. Not that it matters anymore as I don't see yelling as a wise decision right now.

     With my left hand, I pulled a hairpin out of my hair and had to bit hard on my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming. My fifty dollars hairpin was broken. I could feel my jaw tighten in a fit of rage, yet I couldn't decide if the rage was from the fact that the broken hairpin was sabotaging my escape plan or that I just saw fifty dollars go up in smokes. I have never really been the type to waste money, though all my life I have been surrounded by lots of it.

     Sighing, I tossed the hairpin around my palm, trying to find a way use it. It was a black piece of jewelry with little silver patches. The most awesome thing about the hairpin aside the fact that its color is same with my hair was that, it was shaped like a bow and arrow, making it a very essential tool in my life for past... hmm... I have no idea. But it is sure more essential than the person who had gifted me the hairpin.

      Well, my relationship with my father was a very complicated one. There were times I'd actually thought he didn't love me or wanted me in his life. But at the same time I felt no matter how much we disagreed over everything, a secret part of him had always been proud of me. And that thought had built me and shaped me into the woman I am today.

     Shaking the thought of my father off, I brought the broken hairpin up to my mouth and used my teeth to make some amendment to it. Satisfied with my work, I started picking the lock of the cuff while whispering a thank you to my father for giving me the hairpin on one of my birthdays. I still didn't know which of my birthdays though.

     It felt like eternity later before I heard the joyful click of the cuff. Alas, I could finally move my right hand without feeling wounded. I examined my now uncuffed wrist within a minute, making sure no bone had gotten broken. It seemed to be in a perfect condition aside the very visible bruise caused by the handcuff and occasional sting I felt anytime I touched the wrist.

     "How did you get yourself in such a mess like this?" I verbally queried myself, while attempting to climb down from the king size bed. I had no friends and I'd like to believe I had no enemies as well. So why in God's name have I been... OMG! I think I have been kidnapped.

     I felt a sick feeling settle at the pit of my stomach at the idea of being kidnapped. Why the hell would anyone want to kidnap me? True, I came from a very wealthy and influential family but still why choose now to do so? I mean I'm kinda in my mid twenties so if anyone wanted to kidnap me for money why do it now and not when I was younger?