Jena
My head is pounding and my side feels like it is on fire. I try to remember what happened last night and then I remember the sound of the glass shattering and I groan. I fell right into the glass, no wonder my head and side hurts. I am used to falling asleep in odd places, but I haven't done it in years. Usually I can read my body better, know when I have had enough and when I can still keep going, but I have been a bit occupied with John, my mind constantly trying to figure out how I could've handled things better. The thought of him reminds me of the voice I heard just as everything went black and I quickly sit up quickly, way too fast and my head spins for a second. "Be careful, Jena." John, he is here, or my mind is really screwing with me. I feel his hands a second before my eye
