• She tried opening her eyes. The blinding light attacked her vision, in an attempt to burn out her retinas. Trying again, this time slower to let her eyes adjust, she gazed around an unfamiliar room. Startled she tried to get out of bed but her legs didn’t seem to want to cooperate.

    Blood rushing past her ears, she started to look around for something to that looked remotely familiar or would spark her memory as to why she was in this strange place. There were no pictures on the wall, there was only a light on an end table to her right and a small window facing the door. She tried again to move to look out of it. Her legs again, proved temporarily useless, causing her to stumble and fall. She grabbed onto the nearest piece of furniture, which happened to be an old fashion, plain desk chair. Wooden, four legs. It was plain and unpersonalized, like everything else in the room.

    As she and the chair came crashing to the floor she caught a glimpse of the window, not enough to see the surroundings, but enough to see another building. Slightly relieved that she wasn’t in a remote area in the woods , she started to pick herself back up. As she climbed back in the bed she heard hurried footsteps climbing a flight of stairs leading to her room.
    The door slowly creaked open as she turned around to face it. All she could see was blackness in the hallway except for two glowing eyes. The door opened a bit more, illuminating his face.