Hazel’s pov
The world around me was strange.
I was walking through a hall with two heavy looking guards, guarding me on each side. My hands were cuffed in front of me and they handled me roughly, pushing me if I walked slowly.
There were people around me. Some familiar faces and some not. They were sneering at me, cursing. They looked so angry and filled with such bitterness that it made me wonder what I had done that’d require this kind of treatment.
I raised my hand in front of me, staring at what was binding them, my eyes filled with confusion. What did I do to be in these cuffs? And where were they taking me?
A gasp left me as I opened my eyes. The bed was surprisingly harder than I remembered it to be and colder. Why was it so dark though?
I groaned, feeling my whole body ache
