The Dragonflies

Chapter 2

Camila's POV

Consciousness slowly returns to me, as I continue to lie in my unknown location. I refuse to open my eyes yet. By the way that my head is pounding horribly, paired with the ache on the side of my face, I know none of this was just a dream. That's why I don't want to open my eyes; I'm terrified of what I'll see.

In situations such as this, I'm a firm supporter of the phrase "seeing is believing". With my eyes closed, I can continue to fool myself into thinking that everything is ok, that none of this is real. Once my eyes open though, I can't trick my brain anymore, my eyes have already shown it the truth. No matter what lies I feed my brain in an attempt to reassure myself, it's too late to go back to a state of blissful denial.

With my eyes still closed, I tune into some of my other surroundings. I can move all of my limbs, and I am not being retrained in any way. Whatever I'm laying on is soft and has a fabric texture; like a couch or bed. There is a certain dankness to the air, like wherever I am has been unattended to for a long time up till this point. I could also faintly hear what sounds like footsteps coming from below me. From all this I come to the conclusion that I am indoors, possibly on the second floor, or something of that nature.

I decide its time to finally face my surroundings. I'm never going get myself out of this situation if I don't face up to it and start thinking up a plan to get myself out of here. I take a deep breath and count down from ten. As my count decreases I can feel my heart rate pick up in fear and anticipation. As the whispered 'one' leaves my lips, I slowly open my eyes.

My first observation is that none of the light is natural. There are no windows at all. I'm in a small, square room with nothing but a bed on which I lay, a light fixture on the ceiling that is turned on, and a door on one of the walls.

I am still in the middle of taking in my surroundings when I hear a jostling of the door handle and an unlocking sound. Oh great, I am being held captive in this room. The door opens to reveal a short, dirty blond haired girl. I vaguely remember her being with the girl who knocked me out. She's carrying a glass of water, and something enclosed in her fist.

"Oh good, you're awake. Hello Princess Camila, I'm Ally. How are you feeling?"

"I feel like the left side of my face is dented in and like someone is repeatedly punching my brain."

The girl chuckles a bit before replying, "yeah, I'm sorry about that Princess Camila. Lauren often acts before thinking things through. Luckily she didn't do much damage, besides causing some bruising on the edge of your face." The girl, Ally, holds out the glass of water and her previously enclosed fist, which reveals two white pills while saying, "here, these will help with the pain." Accept some random pills from one of the crazy people who took me? Yeah, I think I'll pass on that one.

Ally clearly doesn't miss my hesitance. "Look, I'm not here to hurt you Princess Camila. I know my friends didn't exactly give a great first impression, but I'm not as stupid and rash as those two. You are a human who's hurt, and I'm a medic who genuinely wants to help you. They're just pain pills, I promise."

Honestly, Ally seems like a very kind-hearted person who wouldn't be able to lie or commit a malicious act if she tried. How on earth did such a sweet girl get caught up with those two assholes? I sit up on the bed and accept the pills, downing them with the water; eager for any sort of relief from the pain I'm in.

"I suppose you're hungry Princess? I can take you to the kitchen so we can fix you some food if you'd like?" Ally walked back over to the open door, motioning for me to follow her. I was a bit surprised at the fact that she wasn't going to restrain me in any way.