*~-~* My eyes flicked open, as I sat in front of a man. He was sitting down, and he had his elbows on the table in front of him, as he held open a file. His eyes narrowed on the file as he realized I had woken up. I looked around the room, confused on why I was there, as I tried to move my hands, but I couldn't, they were tied behind the chair. I grimaced, as the man spoke, "Vincent Gray, huh? You have a pretty long record for a sixteen year old, don't you? It says here you also have a history of mental issues, even some escapism?" I was confused... who is Victor? You decided to clarify, "my name is Quentin." The man looked back at me, with a condescending look on his face. "Sorry." I tried to move the chair closer to the table, and felt a sharp pain in my leg. I gasped in pain, looking down at my leg. The man raised an eyebrow as I stared at my leg. "My leg is bleeding." The man was just... flabbergasted. He cleared his throat, "do you need any help?" I nod, as the man touched his ear, I didn't realize he had something in his ear. He spoke, but I didn't catch what he was saying, but I could feel something in my sleeve. I moved my arm around a little, and I felt something slip from my sleeve, and it's clear the both me and the man heard it drop, as I saw his eyes dart to the source of his noise. He immediately stood up, as I just sunk in my chair. I blinked a whole lot, as my mind went blank, everything went black, and I couldn't hear a thing. I was still conscious, but I couldn't feel a thing. The darkness was anxiety inducing, the deafening silence scared me. Don't tell me it was happening again....
