I finally fully awoke, but not to a hospital room. It looked like an extremely plain spare room, with simply a full bed and a chair. Upon the chair was a note, I attempted to sit up and reach it but the pain was to great. I released a bothered sigh in exasperation, and fell back on the bed. I heard a knock on the one door, two knocks. “Can I come in?” A rough, deeply accented voice spoke. Not waiting for an answer, the door started to creep open, slowly. A young man appeared. Exactly how I pictured, young and inked up, yet still conveying that sense of youth and innocence. He had a beautiful tanned skin color, and his face scattered with slight stubble. “I um,” he pulled his arm back to scratch his head, “I was wondering if maybe you’d wanna eat?” “Y-yeah sure” I could barely get the words past my dry lips. I wondered how long I’d been out for. “Two days, you’ve been out… for two days” he looked down. “H-how’d you know…?” “What you were gonna say?” He finished for me. “I just have a sort of, intuition about these things” we shared a glance. “Y-you should clean up and then head down, you’ve been out for quite a while and we have some things to talk about. I’ll see you down stairs, once you reach the bottom make a left” he smiled, “oh okay, I’ll see you… down, there” he backed up and slowly closed the down, never breaking eye contact. Stunned at what actually happened, I pondered where I could be… and when I could get home.
"Ugh… Aye!" I heard the grunts of two men fighting. The sound a short distance off, round a corner. I then heard footsteps, getting faster then…faster. They were coming toward my direction, feet pounding the cement, rough and hard. Scared I froze, trying to back off as best I could. A dark figure approached rapidly, pushing me out of the way. A fist right in the stomach, the force was far too great for my fragility. I stumbled back weakly, him far too forward down the path, out of sight and range. I held my stomach tightly, hoping the force would ease the sharp piercing pain that caused me to double over. I found myself face down, the floor the only thing in my vision. My sight which was now starting to get clouded. I started to cough, ceaselessly. I felt my self slowly going, the last thing I saw the sickly red liquid on the floor. My dry throat filled with a warm, salty liquid. I coughed again and quickly realized it had belonged to me. I felt my self fall and then, nothing.
I barely heard the sound of a clock, seeming far off in the distance. The surface I was on felt soft and comfortable, yet I refused to open my eyes…scared. The last images I saw, burned into my mind. As I started to gain consciousness, the pain in my abdomen started to come back. I grabbed my stomach in the returning pain. As I started to focus in on my senses, I felt a small burn somewhere else… I felt my legs to discover a small bandage on the side of my left thigh. “Ugh!” I groaned. I felt a rough hand slide over mine. I attempted to open my eyes but I was still very groggy. I saw glimpses or the man, make that boy, in front of me. Very little, but I knew he was still very young, 20ish maybe, and he had a vast amount of ink. Another hand belonging to the same person slid over my eyelids.
“Shhh, you need your rest”