Beatrice woke with a start. A voice. She opened her eyes but was met with a wave of pain which threatened to send her back to the merciful blackness from where she just came and she immediately shut them.

"What's happening?", she tried to voice the words but they came out as pitiful groans. She tried to remember the events of the previous night but couldn't.

"Be calm and concentrate", she told herself.
Then with all the willpower she could muster, she opened her eyes. The pains came again but not as severe as they were before.
Slowly, she took in the room. She saw a teal colured clutch on the table and recognized it as hers. The room was modestly furnished although it reeked of class and wealth. The beddings were the lightest shade of blue. She realized the voice that woke her was from a show on the TV. The room was dim; the only light coming from the television.

"Where are my clothes?" She thought of getting up and remembered how difficult it was to open her eyes and changed her mind. She couldn't stop trying to remember how she'd gotten here; in this strange room.
"I need to get to Anne. Call her now", she said. This time the words came out well.

She rose from the bed and tiptoed to clutch on the table, picked it up and her blood ran cold. There was a piece paper underneath it. It read: "Wake up soon. Life continues."

Then it all came flooding back to her. The night before. Going to the party with Anne. Being introduced to that suave man, sitting at his table, saying goodnight to Anne as she got into the car with him.
"Oh my God!" She mouthed.

She suddenly becomes nauseated as she remembered the things he'd done to her and wished to disappear as she looked again at the note and hoped the life there meant life outside and not the life she'd seen last night. She picked up her phone and found out its been switched off. On opening it, she found it empty; no simcard, no battery.

For the first time, she looked at the door. She scrambled to it and tried the knob. It gave. "Thank goodness".
Then she remembered her naked state and decided to put on her clothes hurriedly. She went to the wardrobe but found it empty. She searched everywhere but couldn't find her clothes. How on earth was she going to leave this place in this state?? She was racked with indecision. Should she remain calm and see how it all turns out?? No. No. What if she didn't couldn't take it all again?? Her mother. Poor woman. Her younger brother looking up to her. Thoughts of those two people made up her mind.

She looked once again at the door and thoughts of what she may see outside almost crippled her.
Without another thought, she opened the door.
And came face to face with her darkness.................


I like this idea. This is my first time of trying my hands at writing.