#Chapter37
Rosemary’s POV
/"Rosemary!/" A quiet yet distorted voice calls out
This voice sounds familiar- like it belongs to a girl.
The moment I attempt to distinguish who this voice belongs to a sharp pain spreads throughout my head and shoulder.
A pained groan emits from my throat as I bring one of my hands up to rest against my forehead, in hopes of its coldness easing the pain.
My head feel like it has been hit by a ton of bricks.
/"Oh my god! Rosemary?!/" The voice calls out again, now sounding much closer and clearer than previously
I hesitantly ease my eyes open.
The first thing I notice being a large crowd of tall people surrounding me.
I furrow my eyebrows at this.
Upon closer inspection I realize that I am in fact laying face up on a floor while everyone continues to stare at me, a majority of the onlookers holding neon cups.
I assume that these neon cups contain varying types of alcohol.