Irina's POV
Tears would not stop falling.
They streamed down my face like hot rivers, blurring my vision.
My chest heaved with sobs that I could not control.
"He never saved me," I whispered to myself through my tears. "It was all in my head. All of it was my imagination."
My hands shook violently as I reached for the IV needle in my arm.
I had to get out of here. I had to find out where I really was and know if truly all of this was my imagination.
The needle was taped down securely but I picked at the edges desperately with trembling fingers.
"Come on, come on," I muttered, my vision was still blurred from crying.
Finally the tape came loose and I grabbed the needle, preparing to pull it out even though I knew it would hurt.
I was trying to sit up, trying
