Trinity High (Book 1 of the Trinity Series)

Chapter 9

I woke up the next day to a light blazing through my window.

"Ughhh," I groaned, sitting up, before letting out a painful yelp.

I was so sore.

I let out another groan as I felt my back, which felt numb from pain. As I rubbed my back, my hand made contact with a tiered material. I looked down and realized that I was still wearing my homecoming dress.

I frowned.

What happened last night?

As I racked my brains, the memories of the previous night came rushing back to me.

I had been announced homecoming queen and had my special little dance with Trey, who had been deemed homecoming king. At the end of our dance, Trey had leaned in to kiss me, but before anything happened, the world began shaking and the domed ceiling of the Great Hall had opened up to a gigantic yellow moon towering over our heads. And then, everything had gone blank.

I must have been moved to my room after I blacked out.

I tried to swing my legs off my bed, but couldn't. I was just so damn sore.

I looked over to Abbey's bed. She looked like she was stirring awake now, probably because of the noise I was making in an effort to get out of bed. I tried to look closely and then another realization washed over me as I blinked.

I could see.

I reached my finger up to my eye and sure enough, there was no contact in there.

What?

How was it possible that I could see perfectly, no, more than perfectly, without contacts or glasses? I reached my hand out in front of me, palm up, and examined it. I could make out the faint lines that were drawn across my hand clearly. Then I looked at the stripes on the bed cover that was covering me. They stood out vividly to me, as if I were able to see for the first time; to see perfectly and clearly. I continued to look at various objects around the room and was surprised each time at how vivid and intense they looked. I was amazed at the fine detail that I could draw out, even from far distances. How did my eyesight improve so much in the course of one night?

Abbey was now awake. She had sat up in bed and let out a similar groan like I had.

"Bloody hell. I can't feel my body," she said, her voice hoarse. She glanced at me and I looked at her, confused. Her face scrunched up a little when she looked at me.

"You can't either?" I asked her.

"You can't either?" she asked me. I shook my head. She tried to swing her legs off the side of her bed, but didn't seem able to. She let out a shriek of pain before falling back onto the pillows. From under her covers, I could see the black and white of the dress she had been wearing the night before. Had she fallen asleep in her dress, too?

"Do you remember what happened last night?" I asked her. I watched her as she stared at the ceiling, her eyes unblinking, as she searched her brain for what had happened the previous night. I saw a small glint of water at the corner of one of her eyes. Was it a tear? Was it morning moistness? Or was it pain from the effort it took her to sit up in bed again?

"I can't remember anything after the shaking stopped. I blacked out," she told me.

"So did I," I said, furrowing my brow. I could feel the numbness subsiding a little and found to my pleasure that I could move my legs. It still hurt. I winced when I swung my legs over the edge of my bed. I decided to test and see if I could stand.

Fail.

I fell to the ground. Hard.

I let out an enormous groan and a stream of curse words as I lay face down on the cold wooden floor.