Lillian
The throbbing pain woke me up. I knew this pain all too well.
Hangover.
This was why I hated drinking. The only thing I remembered was sipping more glass of that delicious wine than an average person should and now it feels like my head was about to fall off.
I sat up and took in my surroundings. This wasn't my room, my room was three times smaller than this.
This place was screaming luxury. I don't know where I was or whose house this was.
There was only one way to find out.
Trudging towards the door, I came across a lobby. It was spacious and grey. The tile was pitch black. Whoever lived here loved dull colours.
I kept walking till I found myself in the kitchen.
“ you're finally awake ?” The hair on my back stood erect as the voice filled my eardrums.
Slowly I turned
