You were mute. At least that's what everyone thinks you are. Doesn't mean that you can't talk, just that you don't do it often, or ever did in your classmates presence.

Alex is and always was your enemy. Always teasing and mocking you not only for your lack of speaking but also everything else you did. He's been with you since kindergarten and you wouldnt have totally hated him if he wasn't such a jerk. I mean, he surely does look hella hot, not that you'd ever tell him that.

Lately, you've been walking home after school in the evening since you took the evenly classes instead of the morning ones. But every time you did walk home, you felt as if you'd be followed. When you turned around tho, there was no one.

One fateful evening, Alex walked home besides you to continue teasing you about everything. While you both weren't laying attention, some people sneaked up from behind, holding wet clothes with some stinky liquid against your mouth and nose. You tried to stop them, but the strange liquid quickly brought you to unconsciousness.

Waking up, you're both in a dark room. Like, pitch black - dark. The only light inside the room was the one shining through the crack below the door. You felt your head hurt, as if you just woke up after a night of drinking. Looking around, you noticed Alex in the same room, cuffed with chains to the wall, just like you are. Only that he was still asleep.

That's when the heavy metal door got opened, a tall sillouhette entering.

"Looks like someone finally woke up from your little nap."

The person says, his voice cold, mocking even. You could see the soft outline of a gun in his jacket, knowing it won't get you anywhere to try to escape.

"My, my... dont glare at me like that. It's not like I'm going to hurt you... yet."