Zayden's POV:
Have you ever had a hangover so bad that you feel like breaking all the alcohol bottles in the world just so that you would never drink again? Or you feel like stabbing the person who kept saying 'one more drink' before realizing that you were that person? Multiply that feeling by a hundred and you have what I'm feeling right now. Minus the part where I puke because I was pretty sure I didn't have any alcohol last night.
I tried to move my hands to cover my eyes from the bright light hitting my face but I find them tired firmly to the wall behind me. Finally after struggling for a few seconds I open my eyes and adjust them to my surroundings.
I was in the abandoned shack but it didn't seem so abandoned anymore. I stared in shock at the wall before me filled with various ph
