Clara
My head feels pretty heavy as if it has been nailed into the ground. I try to lift it but I can't shift. My eyelids feel like they have been glued together. I open my eyes slowly and immediately look at a ceiling. Wait! This is not the ceiling of my room. Where am I?
I look around the room but all I can find is a single desk and chair, besides the small bed that I am laying on. This looks nothing like my room. There is no windows of anything decorative. It is just a plain, dark and creepy room. This is not Damien's room either. Where on earth am I?
I try to sit up but my whole body feels numb and heavy. I try to remember what happened before I ended up here. I can remember my conversation with my father and then the run in the woods.
Then I heard footsteps. The footsteps must be
