ANNABEL

"Fuck."

I whispered, my head was tearing apart. It felt so heavy, like someone had wrapped a tight bandage around my skull and was slowly squeezing the life out of me.

I squinted my eyes open. First thing I noticed was the decorative ceiling that caught my attention, then those familiar flowery designs I'd stared at a thousand times before.

I was in my room. Slowly, I sat up against my headrest, my body feeling light, tired, completely exhausted. I didn't know how long I'd been ...