The water dribbled down my face, sprinkling like rain against my cheeks. It didn't leak from my eyes from sorrowful tears or even tears of joy. The droplets fell from the pipe fed into the wall beside me. Tinglings started to prickle in the tips of my fingers as they hung limply tied above my head. My arms ached and screamed where my shoulder had popped out of my socket. But that had happened hours ago, and although it still ached, it seemed less now. Numbingly, sickingly less.
I had hung there, my feet not even coming close to touching the ground, for at least four hours of consiousness now. It had to have been more than that, though it was hard to tell in a nearly pitch black room. A small needle length sized hole danced in my dazed eyes across the room. whatever I had been given, was still coursing through my system.My matter how hard I fucused I couldn't make the dizzing colors stop their whirling, tossing, and turning as if I was on a ship. I wasn't swaying back and forth, my arm would have told me so. But my mind was so... disconcerning.
My legs were bare but for a mini skirt that didn't cove much. I had't gotten out of the car more than two steps towards the club before someone put some kind of cloth with an aluring drug over my mouth and I was gone. Blackness had consumed. . . So much blackness. . .
There had been no sound but the dripping and slight spray from the pipe I was hung from. The drugs were slowly drifting away and the pain was taking its place.
An errie creak echoed through the small room I was being held in. A door opened, blinding light entered the room. I couldn't see; I winced as my eyes tried to adjust behind my eyelids and my body swayed, aching and screaming, when I moved.
A silhoutte crossed the floor and stood in front of me. It's head cocked to the side. My eyes blinked and squinted through the beam of light, trying to make out characteristics.
"Help me. . ." I winced at the croaking of my own voice. "Please. . ."
He, the silhoutte, chuckled and brushed a stray hair behind my ear and walked back to the door. The door closed behind him, and I was lost in darkness again. Not even the stay peck of light could be seen from my blinded eyes.
His laugh echoed around and around the walls and constantly came to my ears again and again in the smell red room. I was left alone again, as I would be forever.
Wow. . . .wow.
ReplyDeleteYeah, Jessica wasn't too happy when I posted it. She hung her head, sighed, and said, "Yeah. . . About that. . ."
ReplyDelete