Lyra
My eyelashes slowly fluttered as I regained my consciousness—waking up after a long dream that the content is about my life. When I opened my eyes, I couldn’t help but stare at the ceiling, thinking that this wasn’t the ceiling of my room but it seemed familiar for me.
Realizing something, I hurriedly sat up on the bed—and because of my movement, I almost screamed from the pain as I even heard the crack sound of my waist.
Fuck.
It felt like a truck had ran on my body. So that’s why I felt uncomfortable even in my sleep as if someone was restraining me—like I had been chained tightly onto the bed that I couldn’t even move. All the memories that happened to me inside the car, rushed in my mind, making my eyes darkened.
I gritted my teeth from anger. My blood starting to
