Finally Awake

Opening his eyes, Riley closed them back in fright. Of all the places to be, a dark room was the last place Riley wanted to be in.

He had gotten so used to the comfort of seeing a very bright room whenever he woke up from his unconsciousness, plus the fact that the last memories he had were not good ones.

Not having a single idea of where he was, only made him much more frightened. He curled up in fear of the unknown. He did his best at comforting himself, telling himself that he was safe. Afterall, the seniors made it clear that they were done with him.

Now, thinking back to what they had done to him, tears came rushing out of his eyes. He had no idea what they intended to do with the video and images they took, all he knew was that, if released to the public, it was bound to ruin his reputation.

He heard the door open, and he looked in the direction, but could see nothing.

"Just where am I?" he said to no one else but himself.

For a moment, he believed that the door which got opened was not that of the room he was in, but upon hearing some footsteps, which seemed as though they were approaching him, he got panicked and hugged his knees.

He could feel the presence of a person. He shivered, as crazy imaginations of what the person might do to him in a very dark room played in his head. He felt the person move closer, he tried to move, but he could not, no matter how hard he tried.

"Riley."

He heard the person say. It was a soft feminine voice. He thought for a second that it was a familiar voice, but then came back to face reality.

ʼI must be in so much pain that I'm beginning to hallucinate. Or am I dreaming?'

"Riley."

The voice called out again.

'This definitely is just my imagination.'

He couldn't tell if he spoke out loud or he thought of it in his mind, he could no longer tell the difference between reality and his imagination. That was until he felt a grip, a hard grip on his left leg.

"Riley, are you alright? It's me, Natasha."

He wanted to believe it was real, but at the same time, he did not want to put in too much trust and then end up being disappointed.

"He definitely must still be asleep."

He heard that familiar voice sy again.

'Even if it could all just be a dream, I really want to see Natasha. Who cares if it's nothing but a dream.'

Now, determined to try his luck, he still could not sit up, as he felt weak. But that was not gonna stop him.

"Is that really you Natasha?"

*****

Natasha was in her room, looking very worried and concerned about a certain fella in the room opposite hers.

"I can't believe those bastards would go as far as drugging him." she cursed out loud.

Her face soon became remorseful, and a drop of tear fell from her left eye.

"What if I had gotten there a minute late? He might be in a worse condition than he is in right now. Well, thank goodness I got there the time I did. If only I could have gotten there earlier, things would be different right now. All I can just do is hope this trauma does not affect him too much."

She closed her eyes as she took a deep sigh. Opening them, the once dimly lighted room was completely dark.

"What the hell is going on?"

She got up from the bed and walked towards the window. A room she had occupied for some months, a room she was familiar with, so she had no problem finding her way around the room.

Opening apart the curtains, all she could see was darkness, well, if you do not add the light from the moon.

"Why on earth will a blackout happen at this time?"

She walked out of her room as gently and as silently as she could. She approached the door in front of hers and went into the room. Closing the door, she stood still for a second or so,she walked towards the bed as silently as she could, but no matter how hard she tried not to make a sound, she herself could hear her footsteps.

Calling out to him and not getting any response, she believed he probably was still asleep. She turned back as she decided to return to her room.

'Wait.' said her inner thoughts.

'What if he is not in the room?'

She moved back to the bed, and placed her hands on it, as she searched for a part of a human body.

While searching, her hand touched something firm, just to be sure it was not some folded clothes, she gripped it hard.

She could feel it, even though it was under a blanket, she could tell it was his leg.

She heard a soft groan, and she went back to being a worried mother hen.

"Riley are you alright? It's me, Natasha."

Still not hearing any response, she didn't need anyone telling her, he still was asleep.

She proceeded to leave. And just as she got to the door, she heard a weak voice.

"Is that really you Natasha?"

Hearing his voice, she looked at him and chuckled

"You are finally awake."