Camila heard the door to the room that she was in open, which was enough to bring her to consciousness. She was tired. All the bones in her body seemed to be broken, strained, and tired. It felt like she had run a marathon or fought in a war, even both. It took her a while to realize where she was, how dire her situation was, and why she hurt so much. When Camila did, she had nothing to stop her from groaning in frustration. Everything was so f****d up. The only thing she wanted to do was to have fun with her friends. To spend some time with them before going to Chicago to meet Isla, Isla beat them to it. She had Camila before Camila could even consider going to her.
Camila heard footsteps moving closer to her, more than one pair she noticed as she listened. She heard the scrape of a cha
