Brittany Sauls

The Word

Waking up on the floor of my newly renovated apartment. I notice my head is bleeding right above my eye. A little black notebook is laying on the blood-stained floor. The small, lined notebook is filled with blank pages. A chunk of pages have been ripped out from the back. Upon closer inspection the word FOR is lightly written but not fully legible. As I orient myself to my surroundings, I hear a swarm of people running around the apartment. I quickly run to the front door, checking the door is securely locked. The apartment is completely ransacked. Nothing looks familiar.