Emma
My eyes open, and I see nothing but a fuzzy grey color.
As I become able to focus, I notice that it’s only the wall. I put my hand on my head, trying to relieve the intense pressure that pounds in my skull.
I’ve been asleep, I assume, or maybe I’ve been drugged. Something is definitely off with me. I feel odd, a bit frozen in place even though I will my body to rise.
After a few moments of paralyzing brain fog, I push up with my right arm and manage to sit up.
Things come slowly into focus, not that there are many things to look at in this miserable room.
As I become more lucid, I stand, realizing that lying down all the time will take away my strength, and I need to stay as strong as I can if I’m ever going to get out of here.
So, I walk around in a circle, swinging my arm
