The Room

I woke with a heart-stopping start. Without opening my eyes I could tell that my left eye was swollen shut. Weakly, I forced my right eye open. Pain shot through my skull, sharp. It quickly subsided into a dull, throbbing kind of ache. I raised my hand and a moan escaped from my mouth. My hand was bloody, bruised, and aching all over. My throat had closed up so much that I had to take deep, rattling gasps of air. With my one good eye I saw that my clothes were dirty and stained with blood. I let out a cry as I saw a deep gash on my leg.
I looked around at my surroundings. The room I was small, with white walls and white floors. Oddly enough, there was no door. Suddenly, I saw another person, lying on the floor to my right. They were bruised, bloodied, and barely breathing.
Mustering up all the strength I had, I began to crawl toward the lifeless body on the other side of the room. I used my arms to pull my body across the cold hard floor. My legs dragged limply behind me, leaving a disgusting trail of blood.
Finally I reached the body and discovered it was a girl. She looked a little younger than me, maybe sixteen or seventeen. She was actually very pretty, I thought wildly. Her long blonde hair was stained with blood. I cradled her head in my hands and discovered she had a cut on her crown. Her hands were soft, but cut all over.
What had happened to us? Who had done such a cruel thing? I tried to remember something, anything… but I couldn’t even remember my own name. Almost as if like magic, I glanced at my wrist. There, written in thick, black marker, was my name. “Alex”. I snatched the wrist of the unconscious girl and saw the word “Victoria”.
I looked down at my body and noticed I had a jacket tied around my waist. I fumbled to untie it, my fingers swollen and sore. Once I had, I yanked the sleeves as far apart as I could. The jacket began to rip until it was two different pieces of fabric. I quickly tied the thin black cloth around my leg, making it as tight as possible. Then I turned to the other half of the jacket, my hands shaking. Gently, I lifted Victoria’s head and tied the jacket over her wound.
As I lay her head back down, she began to stir. Her eyes stretched open and I gasped. They were beautiful. A bright, Pacific Ocean color of blue. Victoria began to speak, but she had to stop to gasp for air. “It’s okay,” I whispered. “You don’t have to talk.” She said, “You’re beautiful.” I felt tears forming. I didn’t even know this girl and she was going to die in my arms.
“What’s your name?” She asked her voice faint. “Alex.” I sniffed. And as I watched the light fade from her beautiful blue eyes, I whispered, “I’m pretty sure it’s short for Alexandra.”