In ten years, I will be passed out. I will be very close to death. Nobody will no who I am. I will awake sharply, not knnowing where I am. All I will see is black. THe memories will slowly start flooding back to me. The wrong place at the wrong time. The drug deal. The gunshots. I checked my body for wounds, but there was none. But I remembered the dealer hitting me in the head. He thought I was dead. Why had he put me here? I couldn't see any street lights. I felt carpet under me and realized I was inside. And with a sudden raging headache, I fell back into unconciousness. I awoke and saw a sliver of light coming from the corner of the room. It was still very dark but I could just make out the room. One wooden, padlocked door, gray carpet and cement walls. The light was coming from the corner of the room. In retrospect, it might of been a good idea do peer through the crack. But dazed, concussion Adam said 'Hey! Let's kick down this door!' Not thinking about things like; is there any people out there, am I thought to be dead, or will I be harmed if I go out there?
So I kicked the door down, and got stabbed.