The hotel room smelled like s**t. Normally, I don’t use indecent language but my mouth felt like the desert, my head was being stomped on, my entire body felt like there was little pieces of glasses sitting everywhere, and I have never felt worse in my life.
“What the hell is that smell?” I groan loudly. Was I drugged?
My eyes felt extremely open as I tried to pry them open, and all my senses were overwhelmed with pain.
“Oh my goodness.” I almost cry when I try to sit up and my back felt like it was cracked and folded in two.
Finally, I slowly open my eyes and wished that I had kept them closed.
“What the f**k?!” There was glass everywhere, and I’m pretty sure I was sitting in my own vomit and piss. Meera lay in her own puddle of drool, half her body on the couch. I looked around to f
