“Gabriella.” That name did not hold the pain that the other one did. This name was a relief, a breath of fresh air. It was home.
Blinking a few times, Gabriella tried to ease the itchy irritation within her eyes. It felt as if she had been staring and they had gone dry. And suddenly, the room was so damn bright. She squinted, lazily looking around.
When awareness hit, she found herself in a square, stark white room with one steel door to the left and a large mirror to the right. Sitting in the center of the room on a black metal chair that seemingly was bolted to the ground, her eyes nervously darted. Moving her fingers down her thighs, the cool material caught her attention and she noticed she was wearing pale blue hospital-like scrubs and her feet were covered in white cott
