Faint

Courtney's POV:

I woke in a pool of my own blood, the dark liquid staining the frozen concrete floor. I groggily sat up, using the cool stone wall for support. My muscles ached and my bones felt both weary and flimsy; like the could snap in half easily.

It took a little while for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, but eventually I was able to make out my all-too familiar surroundings. Nothing had really changed of my prison, except for the growing puddle of blood and the blood streaked blade inches from my slackened fingertips.

That's when it all came rushing back. The knife, the crushing, suffocating feeling. The awful sensation of being not good enough, of being unworthy to even breathe. And everything had suddenly become far too much for my crushed spirit to hold up, so I let it consume me, briefly breaking me.

How was I still alive though? I thought i had finally died after plunging into the darkened sea, never again to see the beauty of daylight. Yet, here I was, breathing somewhat evenly, but still breathing.

With cautious fingers, I splayed my hand over the gash in my side, silently inspecting it to see if the wound was fatal. It didn't seem to be, which was a blessing on its own. Wincing, I sat up, pulling my filthy tank top over my head and tearing the hem, before carefully wrapping the cut as best as I could. The movements hurt and pulled at the already gaping wound, but eventually I managed to conceal most of it.

Glancing around my prison, suddenly alert, my eyes fell upon a small woven basket lying in the beam of light that I had missed. Hastily yet carefully crawling over to it, i rummaged through the contents, opening a bottle of water and taking greedy sips. In between sips I munched on a tasty green apple, the only nutrition provided this time, and inspected a small bottle of what look to be pills, and gauze. There was also some sort of salve, which I, (without thinking my plan through) quickly rubbed onto all of my visible, more painful wounds. I saved the bottle of pills for later, not entirely trusting the label less bottle.

Growing weary again, I curled up in the rays of fading light, clutching onto the basket for dear life. As I was about to slip into unconsciousness again, a thought popped into my head.

I could and would fight back.

Notes

Alright, so since I'm an idiot, I love decided for no apparent reason, that I want to pull a 24-hourer, meaning I'm trying my best to stay awake for a full day. Because once again, I'm stupid. Any ideas for how to pass the time since I'm bored as fuck right now. Like I've watched Netflix, read, listened to music, typed but I'm still very very bored.

Also, looks like Court isn't interested in playing damsel in distress any longer? Good for her! Well with the knife and those pills, she could potentially kick her captors asses, ya know, if she wasn't so fatally injured. Why am I so evil?