BRIAR’S POV
The horrid smell of bleach filters into my nostrils, unbearably thick in the air and adding to my discomfort.
My body aches so badly, like I’ve been run over by a truck multiple times without falling apart. My eyelids are heavy, and I fight through the weight until I can open them.
The light around me rushes into my eyes, stabbing them.
I squint hard at first, the small action sending a ripple of pain through my head and forcing me to groan painfully. At least the pain is a good sign that I survived.
I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not yet.
I blink rapidly until I can keep my eyes open for longer. Once my eyes adjust to the amount of light in the room, I can see the pure white ceiling overhead.
I can tell it’s not my room too easily from the absence of the sme
