ELENA PETERS
The blaring sound infiltrating my ears made my head hurt.
I opened my eyes and was greeted by the familiar structure of my childhood bedroom.
I stretched, feeling the softness and warmth of the bed.
My eyes went to the cause of the hurtful noise. It was my phone, ringing real loud.
The call had ended though. I picked my phone up and saw it was Trent that had been calling me. He dropped ten messages and twenty missed calls.
I squeezed my eyes tightly. Trying to erode the sleep in them.
I also wondered why Trent was blowing up my phone this early.
The phone began ringing again. And he was the one calling. I picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Elena, sweetie, are you alright?” His tone was urgent.
More confusion filled my head. “Uhm. Yeah. What's going on?”
“You don’t know?”
“Kn
