Mabel.
The ceiling was wooden, cracked in some places... with patches, bare beams showing like scars on a warrior's skin.
The walls were quite similar, aged, worn out, like they were carrying ancient secrets, the building looked older than myself.
A soft breeze filled the room through a small window, no curtains, but a dirty old looking material hung over the window, swaying side by side.
The room smelled of wood and dust.
I blinked slowly, breathing carefully due to the pains in my ribs...my ribs felt like they were held tightly together, suffocating.
My body was shattered... bruises, cuts, deep aches in places I didn’t even know could ache, my leg shook involuntarily.
My fingers were stiff, my shoulders felt locked, every breath brought pain.
I was alive.
But where the hell am
