Don't Bring Me Your Bullets

{Quinn's POV}
I was falling asleep, when I recognized that the person who was calming me down was definitely not Alys. It sounded like a man's voice. He sounded tired and out of breath as he breathed heavily through speaking to me. Even though I was terrified, his voice was soothing in some way, and calming. I was beginning to even feel calm. And then, I began to panic again.

I was never calm.

I panicked and felt a prickling sensation in my right arm. I turned and saw a needle sticking out of it. I started to screech, but I was drifting off too fast.

"Shh, it'll be okay." The man whispered into my ear, holding me close. "You're going to be okay. It'll all be okay." He muttered and someone behind us snickered. I was out cold before I could panic or protest any more...

*Time Lapse!*

I sat up straight.

Too fast.

I groaned as my head snapped forward too quickly and my whole body ached. I looked around, attempting to allow my eyes to adjust to the dingy light of wherever I was. I was on a brown, lumpy couch and I could make out the figure of a slanted table and a few broken chairs, along with a tiny fridge.

The smell of alcohol filled the air.

That's when I realized that I had no idea where the hell I was, or where my backpack was. I panicked, searching for the backpack to no avail.

That backpack had everything I would ever need in a bad situation. It had two pairs of clothes, a winter set and a summer set, three extra sets of all my meds, two pairs of glasses, a whole bunch of non-perishable, anti-allergy foods, a lighter, three extra epi-pens, four inhalers, an extra cell-phone for emergency's (a flip phone), a transportable wifi "jetpack", and a load of money.

It was the only thing that kept me sane when I left the apartment.

And it was no longer here.

I jumped up and yelped when my bare feet hit something warm and sticky. The door flew open and light flooded the dark room. I squinted and felt tears rush down my face as a figure appeared in the doorway.

Only bad things flashed through my head. This person could be a murderer, a rapist, a torturer, a serial-killer, a monster, an alien. This person could be all of these things rolled into one. I was panicking as I imagined this, and I saw something slung across his back and he was gripping something in his left hand.

"Hey, you're awake!" He shouted.

And I did not expect the light to flip on, and I did not expect to see a little man with a huge grin and a guitar slung across his back, tightly holding a cigarette.

Notes

Sorry I didn't update! My dad went away and it's been a rough few weeks until he comes back! Might update again later? Again, I'm quite sorry!! :(