ELENA PETERS

The blaring sound infiltrating my ears made my head hurt.

I opened my eyes and was greeted by the familiar structure of my childhood bedroom.

I stretched, feeling the softness and warmth of the bed.

My eyes went to the cause of the hurtful noise. It was my phone, ringing real loud.

The call had ended though. I picked my phone up and saw it was Trent that had been calling me. He dropped ten messages and twenty missed calls.

I squeezed my eyes tightly. Trying to erode the ...