Chapter 2: Coffee and Cigarettes

I find myself in utter darkness. Blinking doesn't even make a difference. I try to move my legs but they feel numb. Leaning up on my elbows, I feel the steady stream of warm air on my face. It smells of coffee and cigarettes. Someone's face is centimeters from mine. I gasp enough air to spit out three words,

"Who. Are. You." I take long pauses when I talk. The smell of his breath makes me sick. I feel his arm reach over me. He turn's on the bed-side lamp.

Author's Note

Sorry, this one is kinda short.

Reviews

[Lost in Wonderland]

Short yes, but nice imagery! Wonder who it is...

[Speak in Silence]

haha I haven't really wrote the next chapter after the next one but I will get right on it ;D

[Lost in Wonderland]

Haha alright!

[Mr. Lou]

Yes short indeed but a good piece. You know with short pieces like these, You should transfer them into poems. Just a suggestion. They would make good ones. but that aside it was good.

[Speak in Silence]

I actually will think about doing that, thanks for all the compliments :)

[Taylor Ann]

Oh my goodness! Short or not it leaves me wanting more! I love where you're going with this so far, keep me posted! Thanks! ;D

[Speak in Silence]

Thank you :)