Chapter 15: Come Go With MeTy
The room I woke up in was dark and silent. Where was I? How long had I been here?
And oh God, what was wrong with me?
I lay on my back, hoping my eyes would grow accustomed to the lack of light and I’d be able to see something.
My shoulders ached, the skin above my cheekbone felt as if it were on fire, and the crotch of my jeans felt damp and reeked of urine. Mixed with a sweetish smell that was vaguely familiar was the sour odor of vomit all over my sweatshirt. My stomach roiled and heaved and saliva flooded my mouth. If I threw up in the position I was in, I could inhale the vomit and suffocate on it.
I hadn’t been sick since I was little and we’d realized my digestive problems were caused by lactose intolerance, and I hated this feeling.
My teeth chat
