(Amaya)
My head pounding, I opened my eyes, looking around. I was back in my room. Was it all just a horrible dream? I stood and walked over to my dresser, looking at my reflection, a dark bruise lined my neck. I touched it and flinched.
Frowning, I tried to remember what had happened. Cringing, I remembered being pushed from the platform and crying as I struggled to breathe slowly, suffocating. I vaguely recalled someone grabbing me and removing the bag and ropes from my neck and hands. I had never been so terrified. Who was it?
I struggled to remember what had happened, seeing glimpses in my memory, but the more I focused, the more they slipped away.
I looked I in the mirror again; I looked awful, grubby and dirty from being in the cell. My eyes zeroed in on a necklace that
