I wake up, cold, and unmoving. I am completely immobile and my feet cold. I look around and see water, and I realize I'm in a bathroom. I look around, try to comprehend my surroundings. All their is is old cheap motel bathroom, water and ice (I don't know why ice is in the tub), and a sink full of rust and aging grime. I sit in wonder, what has happened to me in that sudden flash from the metal table to now. Was I asleep again or was I still in the cave the witch calls home.
I feel my body, any clues or any differences on it would make me panic in an instant. My arms barely move because of the cold water surrounding me. I first feel my chest, slowly, checking all the small chisels and details, knowing that I could miss the inch that was important. Nothing. So I move down towards my hips. I feel my sides, and my front. Then I feel the back. There's stitch work. Why is there stitch work. I feel it and look down, there's thread swimming in the water below me. I also don't feel right. I look through my memory to any little detail I could think of. The only one was a terrible story my grandpa used to tell me.
The story was of a lady who went on vacation on an island near Fiji. The island was full of nice people and great stories. The story ended up where she found the man of her dreams. He was on an island. On the island, the man brought her back to his house. She expected sex. She ended up getting drugs. He drugged her, and the next day she ended up in a tub full of ice water. As she went to the doctor, she soon discovered both her kidneys had been taken expertly from the back. Damn witch has turned to urban legands... My life is terrible
I finally get the feeling in my back, I'm not sure if its the dream or a sudden rush that hits me. I get out of the tub, hoping that this feeling is the begenning of the end, the end of the terrible, kidney-less dream. As I walk, recovering slowly, I suddenly fall. The fall brings my forehead down on the sink. I black out...
No clues for a kidney-less man.
