This isn't happening (What's happening anyway?)

Raivis woke up like the way you would wake from a nightmare, panic still present. It felt like he hadn’t been unconscious at all, only closing his eyes for a second or two before he snapped them open again. But everything around him took that theory away. He was lying on a floor in an almost empty room, and the soreness in his body told him that he had been sleeping for quite a while. The room only had a table with one single chair in it, and some bookcases. But with no books. It was like a small work room and if he thought at it he could almost see the papers lying on the table, though the only thing left was a discarded pen hiding behind a leg of the chair. Where was he? Using his arms and the wall as an extra help to get up, he looked around the room once more. There was a window showing the scenery of an empty street, it looked as if it was frozen in time. On his left side there was a door to. After pressing down the still stinging ache in his head, he made his way over to it.

Maybe if he got out he would know where he was. Maybe this was just some kind of twisted joke. Hopefully it would be. With the slight daze he was in it was possible for him to keep the growing panic down to a controllable level. It wasn’t easy, but manageable. He felt at the cold handle pressing it down, then trying to push the door open. He couldn’t. It was locked. He couldn’t keep the terror down and tried to open it, just to see if… just if it would go up. But the slight “click” after every time told him otherwise. This couldn’t be reality, surely he was only dreaming, his mind made a pathetic attempt of escaping the truth. But the throbbing pain in his head told him what was happening.

His hand fell down to his side as he started at the door, as he restrained the impulse of screaming. If he did, maybe someone would hear him and find him, getting him out of there. But maybe there was no one there… it could even be worse, maybe the someone (or something, he hadn’t quite decided what had hit him) would come again. There was an increased shudder adding to his permanent trembles. Would he have to wait here? For either saving or death? The sight of the door only increased the claustrophobic feeling sneaking in under his skin, pressing on his lungs, and he turned away setting his back against the door. There had to be a way out! His glance landed on the only light source the room had. The window. Pushing himself of the door, he took the chair, dragging it since it was pretty heavy. That was all the better for the thing he was about to do. He took a step forward, positioning and himself, then Raivis swung the chair at the window.

The glass broke with a horrible mix of clinging and crashing and he closed his eyes turning away trying to not get any pieces into his eyes. It succeeded. Raivis let himself calm down as a gentle breeze came from the now open window, before being overpowered with worry. The sound had been awfully loud, in contrast to the silent streets and what if the enemy (he decided it was the best name of the attacker) also had heard it. Raivis looked down outside the broken window, being careful not to cut himself on the remaining shards. It wasn’t far down, so he was at the first floor. But the distance down to the ground was further than normal, but it shouldn’t cause any trouble at least… right? He climbed up in the window, and winced slightly as he was careless and cut his hand. Great. It had probably taken him less than two minutes for him to hurt himself… and it looked even further down to the ground from here.

In a slight moment he wondered if he should just let this go, and wait for whatever, whoever that came. Then, deciding that was out of question, he once again composed himself and jumped down, landing in a pretty ungracefully manner and tumbled down on the street. Quick pain shot through him from landing, but it soon numbed down to nothing. Coming from him it wouldn’t be unusual to sprain his ankle at this jump, but he could still stand. And he could still run. All he knew what that he wanted away from this house, just anywhere. And that was just what he proceeded to do, as his feet carried him away in search for anyone.