Juliette
A splintering headache manages to wake me up, pulling me out from the darkness I’ve been suspended in for Goddess knows how long. The last thing I remember is waiting for Chris in the garden when someone knocked me out and carried me away.
My head hurts, but not like I’ve received a blow to it. No, I feel nauseated; an odd, sickly smell stinging my nostrils, and the dull ache in the side of my neck allowing me to draw the only sensible conclusion: I must have been drugged.
The plan was to open my eyes and see where I am, but reality has a different idea for me apparently. I did manage to pry my eyelids open, but the darkness is still surrounding me. Although between the thick fibres of the material I can see tiny dots of light and some shadows moving about, I quickly conclud
