I slowly regain my consciousness. The first thing I see is a lamp. The light is too bright, so I close my eyes again. Little pieces of memories dart in. My heart is beating fast, trying to understand where I am. I sit up and look around the room I am hold captive in. There are no windows, only brick walls. The lamp shining in my eyes is the only lamp in the dark room.
I pull against the ropes that are holding my hands together, but they don't budge. I am angry at myself and at Dylan. It was all an act, every single moment we spend. From the first moment we met to now. His innocent eyes don't look so innocent anymore.
A part of me is refusing to believe that this is actually happening, that it is all just a nightmare. How ridiculous of me.
My eyes scan the room. I need to find an escap
