FOURTY EIGHT

CHAPTER FOURTY EIGHT

Amelia woke up with an excruciating headache, one she wasn’t sure she was going to survive from.

Her groan echoed in the brightly lit room as she tried to get up, yelping when another stab of pain invaded her head.

Her eyes fluttered open, but she immediately regretted it as a throbbing pain reverberated through her skull. Her temples pounded mercilessly, and she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut again. A haze of confusion clouded her thoughts as she tried to piece together the events of the previous night.

As the fog in her mind began to clear, she slowly became aware of her surroundings. Her eyes observed the ceiling, white and absolutely foreign.

One, maybe because it was totally higher than the one in her house and the bed felt stranger. Panic surged within her, and her heart raced.

How did I end up here? Where the fuck am I? she thought to herself

Her eyes shot open, and she sat up abruptly, scanning the room with frantic eyes. Her breath caught in her throat