Gray sky

I had difficulties opening my eyes. "Where am I?" was the first question that came trough my mind. I then felt a small wave of pain in the back of my head.

"Ow! Stupid lady." My hands we're tied with a yellow-brown rope. I tried moving it to see if it will loosen up, but it didn't.

"They're smart."

I took a look down towards my feet. It was also tied up.

"For once."

I looked around. I was in some sort of cell. A medium one. It was rusty on the inside. I knew they didn't use it for a while. Was it made out of metal? Out of grey coal? I had no idea. At my left was a huge table. It was pretty low. I saw many shiny stuff on it. Some are pointy, some are flat. Beside the table, there was a hammer. The one in Mario games. Why did they need it? On the left side of the table, on top of a dresser, was many ustensiles for surgery. I then turned my head to the right. Over there, I saw a wall full of weapons. Gun, swords, katanas, taser, and more. Bellow it, there were many bottles written dangerous in big. When I looked towards the middle, a guillotine was here. Are they going to make experiences on me?? No...are they going to execute me? There was a large tissue in the colour of a pronounced red covering the four sides. Only the roof wasn't covered. I looked up. Still grey. The sky is less darker. It was still raining. Rain drops dropped one by one. It was...peaceful. The sound of those touching then dripping down made me relax. I looked behind.

"Do I still have them?"

I touched one side.

"Good. They are still here."

A few seconds later, a click was heard. I turned my head toward the door. My eyebrows went up and a shocking look could be seen on my face. A loud sound was heard.

"You stay with the other piece of sh*t."

"Do you think I'll listen to you? You first start showing up in the middle of my classroom, asking my teacher if I was here. Than, I don't know why, my teacher had an expression full of fear. Then you shot him. You went to my side and grabbed my arm and threw a punch, knocking me out. Now the next thing I know, I'm stuck with a pussy like him?!? AT LEAST PUT ME SOMEWHERE WITH SOMEONE STRONGER!"

"I'M NOT A PEICE OF SH*T, FIRST OF ALL! AND WHO TOLD YOU I WAS WEAK?!? YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME! YOU'RE THE WEAK ONE HERE! YOU COULDN'T EVEN SURVIVE A TINY PUNCH!"

"IF YOU WERE AT MY FREAKING PLACE, YOU WOULD'VE FAINT TO!"

"AT LEAST IT'S LESS HARDER THEN A FUCKING METAL STICK"

"YOU BI-"

"Say one more word and both of you die."

The door then closes again. We were in complete silence. The only source of sound was from our breathing. We stared intensely with a look full of disgust, anger and annoyance. No words were spoken. The rude dude then started to look around, fear in his eyes. What a scaredy-cat. Acting all tough in front of someone but in reality, fragile as glass.

"Aren't y-you afraid of staying here?"

Great. He stuttered. What a pain in the ass.

"Of course! I got kidnapped by a stranger then got hit on the back of my head and ended up in a place full of deadly weapons! Of course I won't be scared!"

"Your lying! You must be scared to death right now, am I right?"

I gave him a "are you serious" look. I though my humour was pretty understandable.

"No shit Sherlock." I rolled my eyes and moved farther on the right.

"You stay there. Don't you dare say one word or move an inch. If you do, I said while taking a knife, I won't hesitate to kill you. You'll be a great help for my escape."

The boy looked at me with fear and anxiousness all over his face. It felt good making others scared. We stayed in silence for a while. I looked up at the sky. I will have to make an escape plan. Will the sky ever clear out? Or will the grey stay, like the mood i'm currently in?