Fifteen
Would the buzzing ever stop?
I woke up to a pain that threatened to make my head explode. With this pain, I pushed my eyes open and waited until they adjusted to the dim light that shone above my head. The room was dark—so dark that I could barely tell the color of the walls, illuminated only by the one flickering light. Someone held that light—an oil lamp. I found myself strapped to a chair and had to suppress a smile. What fool would strap me to a chair, thinking this would hold me back? Was it not for the pain in my skull, I would have torn the place down already.
I made a deep breath to control the adrenaline and think.
Where was I?
I looked up to the figure holding the light to my face, his own face in the half-shadows. It was a man, bright hair, tall and handsome by the
