You know, I've always considered myself a pretty perceptive person. However in this cell it feels as though all my senses have been eradicated as, while I feel someone here with me, I can't see, hear, smell, or touch whoever or whatever it is. And that tends to put you on edge.
Stay calm..
I think to myself as I'm panicking to the point of hyperventilation. I try to recall anything before I blacked out.
Was I at a party and got given a spiked drink or something?
Highly unlikely, as most drink-spiking-douche-bags don't typically have access to a room like this (I hope...) and I'm not really one to attend parties. Alright, option B seems reasonable, that being I'm only dreaming.
I could've sold this to myself if not for the very real pain that is still occurring in the side of my neck which my subconscious couldn't possibly create or make up. My brain hurts as I try to figure this whole thing out, and frankly I'm getting pissed. What sicko did this to me? Then it hits me. I know why I'm here. I know who's with me. And I can't be more furious.
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The Project
ActionSome women are destroyed by the fire. Some women are built from it. - Michelle K. There are those among us who are special. Who can do things normal beings cannot dream of. Arista Neal is one such being, but she hides it for fear of being taken to t...
