— Hazel —
"Arrrghh… my head."
The words come out before I even mean to say them. I feel like someone is hitting my head with a hammer, and every throb sends a sharp pain around the back of my head.
What even happened to me? I rub my eyes trying to remember and then I look at my surroundings. The bed is king-sized. I'm in a highly furnished room.
The walls stretch high, pale, almost pink with light spilling from sleek sconces. There's no clock, no familiar clutter—just luxury in every corner had beautifully draped curtains. The colors of the walls were peach with a mix of pink. This practically looks like a princess's room.
I don't remember coming here. Didn't remember anything past… the hospital.
And that's when everything hits me
"Fuck," I exclaimed.