Was I kidnapped? Why the hell would I be given the pushover?! I wasn't drunk at all,was there something in the cookie? What if Leah was with the nightmare Andy,and had drugged me to ......
"Anne,Anne! Wake up!"
Thank god I was alive, but I couldn't talk, or even move an inch. I opened my eyes to find myself in Leah's room. Not in school,which proves that whatever happened was a memory.
I opened my eyes ,blinking rapidly to get rid of any tears. I felt really hot,but my limbs had no energy to move. I scanned the room again, fully making sure that I wasn't in school. Wait a second,what happened to my hand!?
I tried to move my left elbow,after a few minutes,Leah got to know that I'm awake and helped me to get up.
I gasped in shock when I saw my left hand, fully stitched up. It looked normal, the cuts now nothing more than long bloody shallow cuts
"You know, I kinda felt like Dr.Frankenstein while I was stitching you up." Leah said with giggles interrupting every word. I smiled in response,and I couldn't stop laughing for what felt like an eternity.
She picked the coffee cup and placed it near to my lips,clearly signalling me to drink.
What if this has poison in it? And speaking of which,that joke was CHEEKY.
Honestly jasper,I don't think that much,okay? And I'm starving ,let me drink
Dear whoever reads this story/doesn't follow and still reads this shit,
Pls comment so that I can be aware of your existence.
Sincerely,
Dora Padilla
YOU ARE READING
ANNE
General FictionLife has many questions,some which make sense while others don't. Some may risk your life,or some which will change your life in various ways,and lastly,some questions which may remain unanswered till life ends. Could a girl,around in her late teens...
