Freya's P.O.V:
A slow beeping sound woke me up from a deep slumber.
At first, everything in front of my eyes was hazy, unfocused, but slowly, as I blinked several times, still feeling the drowsiness wanting to take over me, lull me back into a deep sleep. But I fought the urge. Something felt wrong…different. And it scared me.
Forcing my eyes open with all the strength I had, I looked up at the clear white ceiling and immediately knew that I was no longer in my own house.
My house was falling apart, with fine cracks spreading like spider-webs on the ceiling and paint that was crusting off. This ceiling looked brand new and well kept.
Fuck! Was I in a hospital?
I remembered what had happened at the party…and then getting almost beaten to death by my father…
Shit!
J
