I think I’m that one person who overuses the passing out trope.
“Ophelia…” someone was shaking me and calling my name. Their voice sounded faint and faraway, like I was submerged underwater and the sound didn’t quite reach me as properly as it should.
I groaned and tried to go deeper into my slumber.
The pressure in my head was intensifying the more my consciousness returned, and the last event I had experienced floated back to me almost like I was remembering a distant dream. No, scratch that; not a dream –it was definitely a nightmare.
“Lia…” the voice came again.
I opened my eyes.
I think I’m tired of seeing Grace’s face swim into view. An odd feeling of déjà vu settled within me. Maybe because occurrences like these had happened so often; that was why it felt like a familiar rout
