Ryley's point of view...
I woke up with a hammering ache spreading all over my face. My mind was awake but my eyes were shut tight. Even after having tried harder to shot them open, I could not bring myself to open them. There were distant chattering audible to my ears. It was aching my ear drums, yet I knew who it was talking!
I was back in my house. The familiar scent of jasmine room freshener— my mother's ideal choice for our house hit my nostrils whenever I inhaled the air and that was what told me that I was home.
There were combined sounds of cries and sobs surrounding me. From the weight that laid over my chest and the spot next to me on the mattress digging a little inside made me know I was alone. "Ryley!" It was my mother caressing my cheek and kissing my hair in worry.
Her
