Whining at the pain in my head, I begrudgingly forced my eyes open. Taking a moment to regather consciousness, I sit staring at the bathroom door. Sitting. Staring. Waiting. Imagining what it would be like if the ceiling collapsed down on me right now. That would be nice, I would like that very much.
Letting out a frustrated grunt I stomped over to the bathroom. My bladdery-needs forgotten once I catch a glimpse of the red skin on my neck. I recoiled as my fingers traced over the raw flesh. I hadn't realised how tight his grip was last night being too busy losing consciousness from the injection. The injection....
This little s**t stabbed me with his drug stick. Overcome with anger I stormed out of the room, hyping myself up to give him a piece of my mind. Maybe throw some hands. Making
