I wasn't afraid of the dark, but darkness when I had no idea when, or if, I would ever see the light of day again was entirely different.
After what felt like an eternity, the darkness receded as I regained consciousness. My last memory was being at Abby's bedside, in the hospital . . . .
Hospital. Maybe I was still there, only now I was the patient. Although, when I looked around, I realized this was a regular bedroom, not a hospital room.
The room didn't look like mine, but it was familiar. For one thing, it was actually clean. It looked cleaner than usual in the last trial, too, but it was nothing compared to this. Along the far wall where a TV and stereo would normally be sat a bookcase instead. My desk was cleaned off. My dresser wasn't half-open.
I stood
