Protect Me From What I Want

I heard a loud buzzing, fuck my head felt like someone took a sledgehammer to it. I sighed opening my eyes to open the door for Ray. I opened my eyes only to be unable to move my legs. I snapped my eyes fully opened to see I couldn't move nothing, I was bound tied to a chair in a unfamiliar room. It looked like a living room there was a black leather couch a tv a coffee table and a few photos on the table. I breathed heavily as I gathered my thoughts. I remember blacking out as a cold rag hit my mouth. The buzzing came again I craned my head to see a black haired man reading thinner by Richard Bachman, I wanted scream why! Who are you? But my mouth couldn't form the words. Instead I opened my mouth slowly. "Please." Is all I say. The man takes no notice at me and contunues reading, "I have nothing I'm just a kid, I don't want to die."

The man sighs setting his book down as he walked towards me. He was in full view now. He was wearing a old black hoodie and skinny jeans. His messy black hair matched his delicate features. He raised a hand to my face. I didn't even blink as I felt the odd hot feeling spread across my face.

"Shut your face or I might do something you'll see everyday of tote life." He flicked out a knife exposing it before slipping it easy.

I nodded as he walked back to his book as if nothing happened. I hoping he wasn't going to become a meat surprise for dog food.

I felt silent tears fall apond my face as I slipped into a dreamless rest.