Unfinished Business

951 Words

I instantly brought my hands to my chest, rubbing my raw, bleeding wrists. I didn't have time to celebrate. I pushed myself up from the floor, my legs shaking violently like jello, but the anger inside me held me upright. I stood in the center of the space, turning in a slow circle to survey the room I was trapped in. A cold dread settled in my stomach. I had absolutely no idea where I was. The room was completely devoid of life, holding nothing but the stained mattress and the rusted radiator I had just used. There were no windows. No sliver of sunlight to tell me if it was day or night, no breeze to give me a hint of the outside world. The walls were made of thick, peeling plaster, and the air tasted of ancient dust and damp mold. It felt like the inside of a very old, abandoned buildin

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