WordyTerp
06-04-2012, 07:46 PM
*This is a kind of short story ongoing series I'm trying out. More to come.*
She was unsure of what happened to the room.
She opened her eyes slowly, squinting through the haze and cloudy confusion that marred her vision. She slowly opened her mouth, parting her lips just enough that she could taste the stale breath that inhabited her tongue. Her left arm was asleep and she could barely lift her neck. She knew she had been laying in this position for quite some time, she was just utterly clueless where this place was that jailed her in this situation.
She glanced down slowly at her wrists. Through what she believed were puffy and swollen eyes, she could see some kind of crude iron cuffs that bound her wrists to the bed railing below her. A thick shock of panic stung through her chest down into her stomach, as she quickly darted her eyes down to her feet, where she saw them tied tightly to the end of the bed by a tar-stained rope. Her chest started heaving up and down rapidly, and she was careful not to let it get out of control. There was no need in passing out again.
The room was extremely dark. The only hint of light poured through a small rectangular window at the top cornor of one of the dark brown walls. The dusty yellow beams that flowed to the floor were her only hint that it must be daylight, even though she couldn't even begin to guess the day, much less the time. She scanned the walls, looking for some kind of door, some kind of hint of how she came to arrive in this room, but the walls appeared to be seamless. This was more confusing than the day or time.
Then she thought of the most terrifying of confusing thoughts that she had since she woke up.
She had no idea who she was.
She was unsure of what happened to the room.
She opened her eyes slowly, squinting through the haze and cloudy confusion that marred her vision. She slowly opened her mouth, parting her lips just enough that she could taste the stale breath that inhabited her tongue. Her left arm was asleep and she could barely lift her neck. She knew she had been laying in this position for quite some time, she was just utterly clueless where this place was that jailed her in this situation.
She glanced down slowly at her wrists. Through what she believed were puffy and swollen eyes, she could see some kind of crude iron cuffs that bound her wrists to the bed railing below her. A thick shock of panic stung through her chest down into her stomach, as she quickly darted her eyes down to her feet, where she saw them tied tightly to the end of the bed by a tar-stained rope. Her chest started heaving up and down rapidly, and she was careful not to let it get out of control. There was no need in passing out again.
The room was extremely dark. The only hint of light poured through a small rectangular window at the top cornor of one of the dark brown walls. The dusty yellow beams that flowed to the floor were her only hint that it must be daylight, even though she couldn't even begin to guess the day, much less the time. She scanned the walls, looking for some kind of door, some kind of hint of how she came to arrive in this room, but the walls appeared to be seamless. This was more confusing than the day or time.
Then she thought of the most terrifying of confusing thoughts that she had since she woke up.
She had no idea who she was.