Rhea

When I woke up, people were surrounding me, yelling. Someone held me. It took a second for the world to come into focus. I was still in my bedroom, but I appeared to be on the floor. I pushed whoever was holding me away.

“Guys, she’s awake,” Dylan said, his voice coming from above me. I looked up, and he was the one who had been holding me.

“Sorry, Dylan,” I mumbled groggily. I forced myself into a sitting position. Pain ...