The numbness was overwhelming. Sense and feeling started to burn at your finger tips, twitching with a whiplash of shock. The cool leather against your once unmoving joints made a tingle of awakening crawl up the back of your neck, popping your eyes open with a gasp.

Your eyes trailed around the unusual place. White walls, white stairs, white doors. A Tv with a less than PG film on. Dark, clotted, red stains dripping down the door frame of the room to the left.

It was Friday night. You had been at the bar with Suzanna, a handsome man bought you drinks. Darkness. Now you’re here.

Somehow the adrenaline dragged your heavy body off of the slick couch, leaning over to peek into the blood stained room. *The man…*The man that bought the drinks…standing over Suzanna. Red trickled into a puddle around her, the man’s eyes snapped over to you when the uncontrollable whimper left you.

“Shut up.” He said abruptly. He was mid-way dragging Suzanne by her ankles to the next room. Maybe she had a spark of life in her still eyes. “Go back to the couch.” After the cold words he acted as if you weren’t there, ignoring your presence as he started dealing with the mess.