Limbo [h.s]

24

Avril Lavigne - Head above water 

"I won't let this pull me overboard
God, keep my head above water
Don't let me drown, it gets harder"

Chapter 24 Isabel's POV

The continuous pounding in my head was the only thing my mind seems to be focused on this very second.

The excruciating pumps of my heart causes the sharp pain in my head to increase with every second that passes, progressively getting worse.

Every gasp of air I attempt to inhale causes my chest to feel like there's a sharp object imbedded deep within me. I try to breathe in as slowly as I can to subside the pain, but nothing seems to cure my aching muscles.

I swallow trying to ease the dryness in my throat the best I can following it up by licking my cracked lips to lubricate them in any way possible considering the circumstances.

I need water.

I squeeze my eyes shut tighter not wanting to open them yet.

Regardless of the fact that I feel as though I've slept for years, my lids still feel heavy making it almost impossible to separate them from my bottom lashes.

What the fuck happened?

I take another deep inhale as I prepare my body to move around. I squint my eyes open and begin to blink rapidly to let my eyes adjust to the new lighting.

Hang on, why is everything black?

Where the fuck am I?

I thought I would've just come home after the club like always, finding myself waking up somewhere near or on a successful night on my bed.

I know I'm not at Zayn's, because he always leaves a light on and usually wakes me up by peppering kisses on my cheeks with a coffee ready for me along with some panadol on particularly hard nights.

It's cold, signifying that I am alone.

The last thing I can remember from last night was sitting down at the bar talking to some stranger. I'm not sure what happened next, everything after that is just blank.

A groan slips out of my throat as I try to rub my face in an attempt to clear my glassy eyes to be able to see in this dim lighting, my eyebrows furrow together in confusion.

Why are my hands tied together?

I tug at what feels like rope, poorly tied around my slim wrists.

You know what, can we just do this tomorrow? I'm really not in the mood for this shit today. I swear to god, whoever's done this is going to regret it.