Elizabeth Point Of View
When I open my eyes, I'm sure I'm died.
And surprisingly enough, it seems as though I'm in heaven. The mattress under me in like a cloud, the sheets covering me are stain soft. The room is beautiful and white and a bit hazy.
Then pain kicks in.
I'm alive alright and the pain radiating from where the bullet had hit me tells me it hasn't been long since I almost died.
My mind clears, the room comes into focus. Panic and confusion race through my head. How am I still alive?
Where am I? Where's Sebastian?
With herculean effort, I heave myself up into a sitting position. The room looks like a five star hotel's master suite.
The canopy ceiling is high above, decorated with an illustration of star constellations. The east wall is practically covered by windows, the
