you awaken in an apartment. it is not fancy but it is decent. there is a computer in the corner, but you dont know the password, there is some foreign food in the fridge, the tv has no reception, the couch you awoke on is soft with a throw pillow with a design of a country side on it, the carpet is a gray-shag, and there is a bookshelf covered in books, some half-open, some neatly put away, and some that appear to have pages missing. you sit up and your stomach flips and your head starts throbbing, you're going to puke...you run across the room to the nearest door, throw it open, and luckily, it is the bathroom, a quick tear-filled glance tells you that it is baren, no towles, no soaps, shampoos, nothing except the toilet and a half used roll of toilet paper. you throw up the seat on the toilet and throw up. after several minutes of throwing up and many more minutes of laying around waiting for the dizziness to go away, you get up and go to the sink. you run some water and splash it on your face, and rinse your mouth out. as you go to spit though, you catch a glipse of your reflection and inhale sharpley, causing you to start choking, leading to a little more throwing up. once you've finished, you look in the mirror again, and waht you see suprises you even more than your initial shock. your left eye is swollen, and your nose is at an odd, and probably unnatural angle. you open your mouth and find two teeth missing. and there is alot of blood caked into your hair. as you finish examining yourself in the mirror, your stomach growls and you go to the fridge. as you look in, you dont see anything any more appetizing than the first time, some odd meat, you taste the sauce, its cold, but tastes like BBQ. you take out the plate its on and start looking through the drawers for silverware. the first drawer has a phone-book neatly placed in it, the second was empty, as was the third, fourth, and fifth. at last, after opening all the drawers all the way around the drawers you find a small collection of butter knives, spoons, and forks, you take a one of each and sit on the couch where you awoke. as you eat, you start thinking about what happened to you, and where you are, and whats youre name for that matter? once you finish eating you put the plate in the sink, and look around, and relize something you didnt before; there are no windows. not one, you cant even see where one may have been. the only light comes from a bulb in the middle of the room, it has a chain hanging next to it, but otherwise you cant even see a light switch. you decide to take a shower and figure out what to do after. as you undress and run the water, you notice a X shaped scar on yourarm, along with a recent wound on your side, you look and it appears to be a stab wound. you take your shower, being careful not to re-open the mark on your side, and dry off using your shirt. as you go back into what must be the living room, you look around once more and see two more doors, both locked from the outside, and a closet with towels and blankets folded up in it. you take a blanket, and note of the towles, and head over to the couch to lay down. as you fall asleep you see wierd images of parties and alcohol-induced events. eventually these leave you and you rest.
ok, so.. you awake and use the toilet thinking about what to do today, eventually deciding to get a look behind the doors. you start by looking around the cabinets and drawers looking for a key or something, but find nothing. so you decide to kick it down. you go to the door closest to the couch and run at the it for what feels like hours with no sucess, eventually though a small crack forms in the corner but by then your sore and tired, so in a final attempt to smash the door down, you pick up a large book and throw it at the door, right into the crack. it splits open and you can knock the door down with a good kick planted dead in the middle. you peer inside the dark abyss beyond the hinges, but seeing nothing you steps carefully over large, busted splinters of wood into the room beyond. you feel around aimlessly before finding a chain in what you hope is the middle of the room youre already about 20 feet into. you pull it bracing for bright lights, but nothing happens immediately. slowly, thought, a purring picks up and then it gets faster,it builds up to a revving, and then BAM, SMASH, CRASH, you hear loud crashing sounds for about 10 seconds, then silence. you listen carefully for maybe the purring sound again, possibly drowned out by the ringing the crashing left in your ears, but you hear nothing. you start towards the door, to leave and get out of the room before you get crushed by whatever made the sound, but as you close in on the light from the room, you kick something. it bounces and rolls into the light. you lean over it and you see it is a pill bottle, you pick it up and take it with yo into the living room. you set it on the arm of the couch and procede to the shower to clean up some blood and bruises you got from the door. once youve finished, you come back to the couch and pick up the bottle. you inspect the contents and see there are 2 pills still in it, but it is unmarked, no name, no description, nothing. you decided to wait tomorrow and lay down on the couch with the bottle in your hand. you slowly fall asleep to a soft scrathcing sound across the room.
well. i cant really see what "i" can do except for trying one of the pills. wait you said there are 2 doors? then i guess id try to poen the 2nd one now. (btw. i like the long posts. your writing style is great and feels like a good book. you should continue)
