Written back in the day. I started this before I finished the first book, so I imagine I wasn’t any older than 13 or 14. I was browsing stuff I’d written when I found this. A sequel to my book that stops after eleven or so pages. This is the last of those pages.

Coming in Last 2 Sample:

It might have been days. It was impossible to tell how long he had been asleep. He awoke in a room lit only by the bright light outside, cascading through the venetian blinds, pulled down across the wide windows. He was on a mattress on a tile floor in a dirty room. Something by his head beeped and startled him. It noises increased in frequency. Heart monitor. He looked around. Not a hospital. Definitely not, unless this was a really shitty part of town.

He inhaled uneasily. He was strapped down with several large rubber bands, one by his shoulders, one on his waist, one on his knees. The handle on the door clicked and opened. A woman stood in the door way, lips pursed, short hair. She didn’t linger. She sat next to him and looked him in the eyes. This was an ugly person. He didn’t want to stare. Her eyes would darted around from time to time.

“Hello Phil.” She murmured.

He immediately felt for his wallet. It was there, but they could have checked it for his id.

“To whom do I owe the pleasure?”

Her voice was gentle and deep. He got the sensation that he was about to be taken for a ride. “We’ve been over this before. Why don’t you remember any of it?”

“Excuse me?”

“Phil, I’m… You know me already! I spoke to you yesterday. You don’t remember?”

“No, I don’t. Please tell me your name! What is your name?” Something was off. He didn’t remember any of what she was referencing. How long was he out and how much would she play on it?

“Phil, I’m growing less and less interested in fighting you over this every day. You fall asleep at the end of hours of talking and answering, you promise not to fall asleep, but you do, and when you awaken you don’t remember a thing. I don’t know what to tell you or if it’s worth it any more…” She trailed off.

Phil tested his restraints, “How long has this been going on?”

“Too long, Phil. Weeks, I don’t know.”

“Well, ok. Then- what is your name?”

“Don’t say it again. Shit. Never any change, when are you going to recover! You say those exact words every god damn day!” She spit when she spoke.

He shut his mouth. How much of what he wanted to know had she already told him? She looked him in the eye and a tear ran down her cheek.

“He warned me what was going to happen to you if you didn’t get better today. He’s tired of feeding you.”

Phil had a wild look in his eyes, “Well what the hell do I do? Tell me something to prove I’m better to him- who is him?”

“He is Reese you idiot. I’m sure you remember him.”

Phil shook his head.

He had been about to say something else when there was a loud knock at the door. Adrienne stood up to open it, but it was thrown open, and Reese stepped in with a drunken swagger. He threw her a look, understood the situation and walked over to the restrained figure on the bedding, who squirmed, and shook, and screamed, and thought he was going to die.

-Adam