Faint

Courtney's POV:

The first thing I notice when I regain consciousness, is the severity of the blackness. At first, I don't believe it's true, but as i future my inspection, my panic increases.

I raise a hand in the air, waving it frantically in the place that is my eyes. But I see nothing. Not even the silhouette of my hand, which both startles and unnerves me. Then i hesitantly bring my shaking fingers to my eyes, brushing them gently across my lashes, which indeed are open and alert. Proving only one last option, Ive gone blind. That's the only possible option. I begin to panic, my breaths coming out rapidly and shallowly. I wave my hands in front of my face, despair at for them to come into sight, but still nothing.

I curl up in a ball, rocking back and forth, muttering incoherent words that even I don't understand.

"You're not blind," a grisly voice answers my silent question, shocking me out of my dazed state.

I sit up immediately, tentavly gaging my situation, "what?"

the voice chuckles, "you're not blind. Or deaf for that matter. If you were blind my dear, then you wouldn't be able to see this."

A blinding bright light startles me: a door opening. A black, tall and masculine form appears in the white light, and I cringe away from it. The man laughs darkly, before stalking towards me quickly. I instinctively crawl away from this unknown person, feeling both afraid and curious. I need to know where I am, and who this strange being is. I need to know why I'm here, and not with my family.

"W-who are you?" I ask through my quivering lips, biting down on my bottom lip nervously.

The man laughs again, approaching me even closer. I still can't make out anything except for his form and the blindingly white doorway - where am I anyways?

"Oh sweetie, wouldn't you like to know? Would you like to know." He repeats, chuckling to himself.

I fee his breath beading down my neck, making me shiver involuntarily. I lean as far away as possible but to avail; I'm cornered.

Still blind by the light, I'm unable to detect his form, and therefore, was oblivious to the fact that he was in my face. Until he hits me that is.

I gasp as my head is smacked aside, the stinging sensation making my skin tingle uncomfortably. The burning feeling spreads across my entire left portion of my face, as silent tears well in my eyes. I furiously blink them back as I raise a shaking hand to tenderly soothe my new wound. I can already feel it beginning to bruise.

Just as I begin to gather my bearings, I feel a sharp pain in my stomach, followed by the harsh tugging of my hair. After his foot connects with my abdomen, I curl into an even tighter ball, and I whimper as he pulls me hair. I cry out when he slams my face against the cold, hard wall, the impact shattering me right to the core.

When I black out again, I welcome the darkness, since it's a break from the pain.

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