I gulped as the cold steel pressed up against the side of my head. This was wrong. Why was something like this happening to me? I thought this kind of stuff only happened in fiction writing!
"Daria, Daria, Daria," he said as he lowered the gun. He looked young, this stranger who knew me, about my age. Someone my age holding a gun to another's head? Things just weren't making sense. "Would I hurt you?" He waited for an answer and I just stared at him. Under other circumstances I might have found him to be slightly attractive. However, these weren't those circumstances. He tsked and shook his head. "You really don't remember do you?" This time he didn't expect an answer and he quickly turned and walked away.
"Who are you?" I meant it to come out as a brave and daring question. However, it came out in more of a squeak than anything.
He turned around and smiled, evily. "I, darling?" Then he frowned. It was sudden and his tone threw me as much as anything else had. "I was actually hoping you'd tell me."
I was more confused than ever as he left me alone in the room.