Kelby L. NeSmith's Story

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Groaning he would rub the back of his head. Weird party... He'd think trying to wake himself up. His eyes wouldn't open, it was like they were glued shut. His hands felt sticky, almost as if he were laying in oil. He dared not touch his eyes while unsure of what was on his fingers. Slowly he'd work his eyes open mentally cursing himself as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. He would lay there, unsure of where he was.

Comeon... think... last place you were...was... uh.... His thoughts hit a speed bump. Where was the last place he was? Slowly he'd get himself into a sitting position, looking down at his gloved hands. On his fingertips, the sticky liquid still there. Bringing his fingers up to his nose, he'd scrunch it up. Smelled more like Iron than anything. Looking around he'd notice a girl a few feet away. He'd try standing, almost tripping on another person, who seemed to be unconscious. Hesitantly he'd try stepping over the person in his leather boots.

Didn't know I liked leather so much. He'd think to himself, as he realized he was wearing a leather vest, leather pants, and leather gloves and boots. A star necklace hung on his neck. Though he seemed to be shirtless. He'd wipe the sticky/iron smelling substance on his leather pants and continue making his way to the woman. She seemed to be covered in the same substance as his hands... well now pants were. "Hey..." He'd whisper, careful not to disturb the others. The woman didn't seem to respond, though she did seem to be harmed physically. Bruises, scraches, cuts, all down her body, then it hit him. He'd look around the room, everything and everyone was covered in this substance. It wasn't oil...it was blood. He resisted the urge to gag, as he looked back at her. She was dead... and he was covered in what he assumed was her blood.

He'd back away to a far corner, trying to see if there was a way out the window... nope... not one. He'd look around for a way to escape, he wasn't going to be in here, not with all these people... and not with all this blood. I don't need to be around a dead body... no sirie... not me... He thought as he spotted a door. Sweet Escape! He'd think to himself enthused about a way out of this asylum. His happiness was short lived however, the door was locked.

His eyes scanned the room until he saw someone curled up against a wall. Making an 'are you kidding me' face he'd exclaim. "Don't tell me you're dead too.." His voice seemed to echo throughout the room. That's all he needed, really... lets wake people up... I'm sure they'll be happy to see their alarm clock...a man... with... he paused his thoughts, checking his hair, a man with black hair covered in leather, and blood...yeah they'll be happy to know he woke them up.

They'll think I killed them... He thought thinking the other person against the wall was dead as well.

What a fun... day? Night? This was....perfect...fucking perfect.

Pounding… Pounding. That was all she felt. Nothing but darkness, and pain. Urrgh… ow… what… what happened to me? No, no, forget that. Just open your eyes. Just, open… open your- Her eyes snapped open and she let out a long gasp. She was lying on a very strange floor. Nothing she had ever felt before. Facing a wall, she immediately tried to thrust herself up onto her knees, but was stopped halfway.

“Aaahh! My head!” she moaned, suddenly stopping as she reached her knees. She knelt over in almost a prayer position, covering her head. “What… what happened to me?” she whispered softly. Think, think. You were… what had she been doing? Sitting at home? No… Walking to her boyfriend’s place? No… she didn’t know she even had a boyfriend. What had… where did she live? What was her job? Who… who was she? The supposedly nineteen year old girl slowly rolled back onto her side and opened her eyes to the blank wall in front of her.

“Think… think…” she murmured to herself. “What… who am I?” she racked her brain, but it was a clean slate. Nothing was there. Just a throbbing pain in the center of it, like a virus that had eaten everything she knew about her life. Her breathing quickened. Amnesia seemed like the most logical reason for her forgetting everything, but even the thought of that… it made her feel like a spider being held by one leg over a bottomless pit. Like anything could happen, a gust of wind to push her from the human’s grip and drop her into the terrifying unknown.

It’s alright. Just… don’t think about that. Her eyes slowly examined herself, and she gave another start. Blood. All over her. And her favorite clothes, too! Wait… those were her favorite clothes? She couldn’t remember that she liked striped shirts and jeans… at least the tennis shoes were untouched. Maybe she had been walking around when she was… kidnapped? Wait… next question. Where was she?

Slowly she rolled over to her other side and lifted herself up on one weak arm, carefully making sure her brain didn’t explode into any more pain. There… her eyes widened. She had never seen this room before, but that wasn’t what caught her attention. Immediately her eyes were drawn to the girl over in that… Quickly she threw her free hand over her mouth and looked away, trying hard not to gag or puke. That girl was dead, and covered in blood. Is her blood on my clothes…? slowly she looked at the ten or so other people in the room. Most of them appeared to be unconscious, except there was one person standing up. Who is he…?

Once the rest of the people had woken up, they had better not think that her bloodstained clothes gave her the mark of guilt. The door was over there, but obviously it was locked. Otherwise why would that man be staying here? Any normal person would run from a room with a bunch of unconscious people, one dead. Slowly, without so much as acknowledging anything on the outside, she rolled onto her bottom in a sitting position and scooted back to the wall, leaning her aching head against it. This needed to be a dream. It needed to, it needed to… This couldn’t be real. There was no possible way in the world. Her chest rose quickly as she drew in large breaths. Calm down, she just needed to calm down. Wait for it to end, and then go back to whatever normal life she had.