I gazed at the midnight stars with a questioning and a clamorous glare.
I was scrawled across the sidewalk in a dark alley behind a bowling lane, in the most peculiar and abnormal position; where I was completely immobile and in complete pain. It was like all my nerve cells had simply deactivated, deducing no control over my body, except for my eyes which were about to roll off my head, if their bulging upsurge, continued any longer. I remembered nothing; whatever had gotten me out here and in this situation was a complete haze to me, blocked by a vicious firewall that I desperately clawed at within my head. For I knew, if I was ever to unearth the truth as to how in hell I had reached this present, I was to find out what was being held so meticulously behind that wall that was evidently put their by someone else. The flashing lights of the Bowling Alley sign flashed mockingly at me as if to prove some sort of point. It began to rain. In a matter of seconds I was completely soaked with both water and whatever else was surrounding me, other than the blood that had washed away into the sewage, that by the way, had begun to undoubtedly reek, creating a very foul, despicable and repulsive stench that only improved my night even more. I know most people who would be slowly bleeding to death in a dark alley, would be frantic, however, I have always found that very annoying; instead, one should be calm, as to not bleed even more and simply think about what they should do. But I have to admit even I was frantic at I first. I mean seriously, if you woke up to complete darkness, with a striking pain in your chest and the rest of your body, you would probably freak out; no reason to deny that.
110,103 Literary Works • 587,269 Reviews