Elliot is the Serial Killer?

Chapter 31

My head was about to split into two and at the same time, it felt like I was hit by a truck.

I groaned rolling myself in the sheets and holding my head with both hands. I couldn't remember much. I wasn't able to hold myself together because the pain was almost unbearable. Yet in all of this pain, the bed was still soft and as much as it felt unfamiliar, I relaxed as I tried to close my eyes tighter to ease the pain. That seemed not to work, so I opened my eyes and adjusted my sight to the unfamiliar calling. It was neatly white and so elegant. It felt like a five-star hotel but I was still adjusting my sight to the light that shot through from the large window panes at the side of the room.

I could see the view of the city and it was quite beautiful.

"This is not home," I muttered to myself, wincing as I tried to get up only to fall back on the bed. There was barely anything I could do because my body felt numb. The pain I felt in my head multiplied. Groaning again, I slid