SECRET

I peel my eyes from an exotic room with an awful aura. I dart my eyes around it. Mmh, no wonder I feel like throwing up. I despise hospitals. From the sight of them to the aura, they irritate my intestines, just like they're doing now. I feel terrible.

What the fuck happened? The last thing I recall was the sight of everything before me back in the mansion going blurry until my vision became dark, and my legs failing on their purpose to support me. I fell unconscious. Huh! It's because of that bitch assassin! She freaks me out! Today was the height of it, though. I confirmed her real identity. The dreadful things she told me might have taken a real toll on me. Come on, myself! We can't fight this battle like this.

I haul my lazy ass and sit on the bed, my back resting on the backrest of the bed. I check the time on my wristwatch. It will be eleven in the morning in ten minutes. I've been unconscious for how long? Two hours or so. Good grief!

I roll myself to my acting-weak self and