Katherine Wilson
I woke up to the sound of rhythmical beeping. The clean scent swarmed my foggy head and penetrated my mind. My body felt sore, as if I ran around the world at least twice. I attempted to lift my hand to my face, to try and soothe my aching skull, but it felt impossible.
I groaned in frustration; both in my immobility and confusion. How the hell did I get here?
As I tried to run through possibilities, the harsh mumbling outside my room door slowly became louder.
"That's all he got?" the angry voice screamed. "Yes! She will be pressing charges for attempted murder."
Murder?
"He's lucky I couldn't get my hands on him!" the voice continued in anger. The sound of the door opening claimed my attention. I turned to look who it was, happy to see a familiar face. As Sara was
