There was a buzzing in my head, static painful. That was the second thing I noticed. A heavy, raw ache across my skull like someone had shoved a brick through it. I wanted to groan, but I couldn’t move my lips.
I wasn’t sure if I was still alive or halfway stuck in some dream I didn’t ask for.
Everything was so… white and smelled like antiseptic and latex.
Hospital? I tried to open my eyes, but they fought me. My lids felt glued shut. My throat was dry, like I’d swallowed dust. I heard muffled voices somewhere far away.
“She’s waking up… she’s waking up,” someone whispered.
There's a shuffle. A rush of air. “Rory? Rory, can you hear me?”
That voice, Ugh. I didn’t need to see her to know.
Celeste. The world’s most beautifully fake woman. My mother technically and biologically.
Emoti
