The character in this story will be called Sallyanne and she's seventeen

Sallyanne P.O.V.

I awake feeling as if I did not get enough sleep along with chills all over my body and the first thing I notice is something hard underneath me. I feel around at open my eyes to see I'm not in my bed which causes confusion. I look up to see a dim swinging light bulb which is weak and there is more darkness then the small amount of light the bulb is creating. I gaze around my surroundings and see a finger peaking from the darkness. I call out gently to not alert who ever has done this. I wait to see if it emerges from the shadows "Is someone there?!" As I call out I notice I'm visibly shaking in fear and confusion from not knowing what's going on. I walk over to it and poke which makes me more curious and I slide my hand further to feel a rough arm. I slide my trembling hand up further and that's when I decide to pull it from the dark which is a bit difficult since I'm feeling weak from waking up in an uncomforting and cold place. I pull and pull which was quicker and slightly easier than I expect. It takes me about thirty-three seconds to pull out. I look at what I dragged from the shadows which is a man who looks like he looks like he'sin his twenties. I realize why his arm felt do rough to the touch... He has cuts and bruises all over them, I can see blood-soaked placements all over his light green shirt, tiny cuts are present on sides of his neck and there is a gash at the same of his head right next to his left eye, fresh blood dripped out the left side of his mouth, a bruise under his right eye, his skin looks pale and judging from the fresh blood which dripped and left trails as I dragged him I assume he passed out recently and perhaps from shock or blood-loss or pain or maybe somehow worse issues. I stare at him with even more shock I felt before... It's like a dream which causes me to pinch my own left arm. "Ouch..." I say quietly though, usually I'd say it louder but from seeing this I don't feel as much pain. This is not a dream... I sit down, put my knees to my face and cry into my black nightgown. I must've been kidnapped in my sleep since last thing I remember is wearing this and laying in bed. People my age shouldn't go through this... We should be studying and talking with our friends and I don't even want to know what that man went through... I can't tell if he's dead. That's when I come up with the thought... Is he still alive. I crawl right next to his body and place the right side of my head on his chest to feel something... Anything... I feel the vibrations of his heart beating which comforts me and I wipe away my tears as I see the small traces of my tears on his shirt. I want to call out but I don't know if I should which would alert who is responsible for this so I call out lightly because I think we're in a basement. But nobody came...(UnderTale reference... Yup, That's just how evil I truely am...) I'm so relieved that I have no injuries though, they may hurt me soon which sends shivers down my spine. I think more of what I should do to help the stranger which is to do something about the blood... I could tear up my nightgown or his shirt or pants since I don't see anything else which could make better bandages. I don't see anything to cut it with even though, I try to tear it off myself I'm still to weak. I try tearing off his sleeve but it's still not working... I sigh to myself and lower my head and that's when I hear a groan right in front of me which causes me to look to the direction of the where the Boise's source is coming from and as I do I look to see the man moving.