*Lysa*
The smell of wet earth and rotting is the first of my five senses to return to me. my brain is pounding in my skull. I raise my hand to my head to try and ease the pain, well I try to raise my hand but it only moves and inch before I feel it being constrained. Slowly the feeling to the rest of body comes back. I am sitting in what feels like a chair my feet just as confined has my hands, and a band around my chest. It’s then that I try to peel my eyes open. To try to figure out where I am, but everything is a blur so I close them again and I try to remember what the hell happened. When nothing instantly stands out I start from the last thing I can remember which is getting ready that night. Me and mom got dressed, met the guys, Vance looked so handsome in his tux and the way his
