ARIA
I c***k an eye open and find myself staring at a ceiling made of wooden panels.
Before I even look around, I try to think back to what I last remember. Nothing comes to mind. I focus hard enough to the point where my brain hurts, but still, nothing.
Where the hell am I? My last memory is of leaving my uncle's house, determined to get away from anyone I could hurt.
I try to sit up and a pained sound escapes my lips, filling the room all around me. It doesn't help when I realize that I'm butt-naked, in a bedroom with a closed door, possibly locked, and no recollection of the night before.
The urge to say 'hello?' is strong, but I know deep down that it won't amount to any good. I look around the room for my clothes and I don't find them. Naturally, the worst is what I'm assumin
