My eyes sting as I blink furiously. Which is good. I think. They can"t sting if I"m dead. Well, dead, dead. Wait...can I die more than once? Die and come back I mean. Which admittedly, makes no sense, even in my d**g addled brain.
Oh yes, drugs. I can just blame those. Yay for drugs!
No, not yay. What is wrong with me?
My vision comes into focus, and all I can see is metal. It"s almost like a box. Actually, I"m pretty sure it is a box. A box, me and Bram. He"s glaring at me slightly, but that"s nothing new. Though it"s not as serious as before. Maybe I"m growing on him.
is"Where are we?" My voice is raspy. I"m going to blame the chemicals in my system again. It seems like the logical explanation.
"How the f**k should I know?" he snaps.
"Alright, sorry," I reply, clutching at my head.
