I opened my eyes....
I couldn't remember what had occured and i certainly did not locate where on earth I was. I felt my back tense to suddenly realize that i was laying down in this stiff bed with thin sheets. A small chuckle left from my mouth since i probably partied too hard last night which probably lead to a hangover. Maybe i was in some
cheap motel with some stranger that i slept with.
I then got up from the rough mattress and observed around the room. It was a small and dark room. Nothing eventually stood out, except a horrendous smell of that made my lungs choke.
There was this plastic mirror against the wall that was in an awful state but that didn't stop me from seeing my reflection. When i stood in front of it, i stared on what appeared to be me, but not the me that I'm used to seeing. I had dry blood at the tip of my forehead, and a few minor cuts and purple bruises on my body.
"Holy fuck, what happened to me?" I whispered to myself thinking of all the possibilities.
I started to doubt all my thoughts after i saw that their was something wrapped around my hands but that didn't seem to matter at the moment for that i got an awful headache. I felt my head pulsing and my arms started to tingle...
"What happened?" I asked myself...
And more importantly, where am I?
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Delicate Realities
Teen Fiction"I started getting these hopeless desires for him. I crave for his love. Wait no, that cant be it. I cant fall in love with the Chief Officer's son, especially if i'm the prisoner."
