Trailed

Lucy

I woke up to a bout of headache threatening to pound my brain into oblivion. My eyes adjusted to the lights. My gaze fell on a blurry figure. I shook my head to clear my vision but instantly regretted it. The armies in my head were determined to fight to the end.

It was Armando. He sat quietly staring at me. To be honest, it was more of a glare.

“What happened?” I asked, massaging both my temples gently.

“You didn’t listen, that’s what happened.” His response was calm but the anger beneath was barely concealed.

“But I…”

“But nothing Lucy? But nothing?” He cut me off sharply.

I was left speechless. I winced in pain as the war in my head continued to progress quite ruthlessly.

“Do you have aspirin?” I inquired when I could no longer endure the pain anymore.

He opened his drawer, my eyes caught sight of the music box which immediately transported my memory back to that ambush.

He threw a tablet at me, I caught it mid-air and peeled three from their capsules and threw them in my mout