What Goes Around Comes Around
Chapter 1

I woke up in a typical alley, the ground was damp to the touch, trash everywhere, and it didn’t particularly have the best smell. There was a searing pain in my left arm and my body ached all over. Where am I and what the hell did I get myself into? I thought to myself. I slowly stood up, gasped in pain, and sorely walked out of the alley into the street-lamp lit street lined with town houses. It was still dark even though the lamps were on and no cars were on the road. I looked to my right, more houses, but to the left I saw the main road with an occasional car going by. That’s most likely the best way to go I told myself. I started walking down the broken concrete sidewalk and turned to the left when I reached the main road. Looking up and down the street I noticed a neon sign, so naturally, like any 17 year old teenage boy, I walked towards it. Once I got closer and closer to the sign, I noticed it was one of those “Open” signs, but it must have been pretty old because the “N” was burned out. The “open” sign belonged to an old looking diner, but since it was the only place open this late at night, I went in. When I walked in there was a middle aged man sitting at the counter drinking a coffee, a woman washing a table, and a man smoking in the corner. The booths were all ripped up so I decided to sit at the counter on one of the bar stools. I sat down, still aching, and felt my pocket which would usually contain my phone, but this time it didn’t. I brushed the dark brown hair out of my eyes, leaned both hands on my face and sighed.
“Your arm is bleeding bad, boy. Looks like you’ve got a big scratch there.” explained the middle aged man.
I moved the hands off my face, put them on the counter, and then looked at my arm. He was right, it was bleeding badly.
“I’ve noticed.” I lied, I hadn’t noticed until he said it, but that would explain why it hurt so bad. The man took a napkin from the stack of them beside him, and handed a few to me.
“Here,” He said “It’ll help wipe away the blood, boy.” I took the napkins and started rubbing away the blood with them.
“My name’s Aaron.” I explained while wiping away the blood.
“Well, bo- I mean Aaron, you look pretty beat up, what happened to you?” The man asked.
“I don’t know.” I said. I didn’t even know where I was, the only thing I knew was that I was in an old diner talking to the man, in a strange city.
“Well Aaron, here.” He said as he handed me about 3 dollars worth of quarters.
“Thanks?” I said confused, while crumpling up the napkins in my hand.
“There’s a payphone two blocks down to the left,” He explained “I thought you could call someone to pick you up or something.” Well that would help considering I lost my phone somewhere.
“Thanks.” I said as I got up, walked to the door, and threw away the napkins in the trash can next to the door. I walked out, still hurting, and started to follow the man’s directions.  


(Sorry its short, I just wanted to see if people would actually read it! Fave if you want more please!)