Posted 3:51 PM by Tim
I woke up face down on the floor. I say "woke up" instead of "came to" because it was morning when I woke up, and before that it was early evening. Why I was on the floor, I'm not exatcly sure. It wasn't until I tried to move that I noticed just how much pain I was in. Everything hurt, and I mean everything. But not all in the same way. My head was a dull throb, mixed with a buzzing pain in my teeth. I checked with my tongue, gingerly, seems as if I had a few less than I'd had yesterday. My right side burned with pain, especially my ribs. They seemed to grate on each other when I tried to move, so they were probably cracked, maybe even broken.

My arms tingled, and my legs had shooting pains in them. Honestly, I couldn't feel my feet. It seemed like there was simply too much pain for my brain to handle at once, becuase it would sort of fade in and out or I'd suddenly notice a new pain somewhere, like my left eye, which felt swollen and probably blackened.

After three excruciating attempts to get up, I settled for simply laying on the floor. I couldn't see anything out of my left eye, but that was just as well as it was the one closest to the floor. The cold concrete seemed to help with the pain on that side of my face, so I just lay there. I looked around with my right eye. I won't call it my "good" eye, becuase it certainly wasn't. What I could see was blurry, and tinged with a little bit of red around the outside. I couldn't see much. Looked like a dusty warehouse. Tall shelves and dirty windows that let a little bit of sunlight in.

I listened for a while, but couldn't hear much. A constant high-pitched tone sounded in my ear and seemed to overpower the other sounds of the warehouse. For a while I wondered if there was actually something that was making the sound, but I later figured someone had just hit me hard enough to make them ring, and keep on ringing.

While I lay there, I wondered why whoever did this to me hadn't just killed me. Thinking was hard with the pounding in my head. I came to the conclusion that since I didn't know where I was, or how I got here, that it really didn't matter if I was dead or not. I certainly wasn't going anywhere. I wondered if maybe whoever had beaten me was just taking a break so that they could come back for round 2. That thought made me try to get up again. I was reminded quickly why I was laying on the floor as I passed out from the pain. When I woke again I resigned myself to whatever fate brought.

I don't know how long I laid there like that. Wondering about how I got there and how long it would be before someone found me, or worse, before they came back. Whoever "they" were. I think I may have passed out a couple more times while I lay there, but its hard to tell.

Posted 2:58 PM by Tim
It was pissing rain again. Third day in a row. The skies had been every shade there was from light grey to black in the last three days with no sign of the sun whatsoever. It wasn't a bad thing though, he preferred it grey, and a little rain never hurt anyone. Still, he was running out of dry shoes and jackets.

Normally if it had been a rainy day he would have stayed indoors and rotted his brain with some mindless reality TV program or other. He really hadn't had that option this week. He'd been called in to work an extra shift twice. He really couldn't have refused. He was still short for rent money. His shift tonight might just cover it if he could make enough in tips. He wasn't looking forward to what Mrs. Grimble, his landlady would say if he was late with rent again.