36. Bryanna

Something somewhere is startling me, waking me up. I can't figure out my whereabout. I can't remember the last thing I did. Where am I?

Until at last my skin picks up the feeling of the hard and cold surface beneath me. So my best bet is I'm on the floor. That must be why, after I gain more consciousness, I'm feeling like my limbs are made of wood, looking at how stiff they are.

I sit up so, so, so slowly and groggily.

The world starts to spin a little.

Damn. My head hurts something fierce.

Damn it. Everything hurts.

Why?

I try to lift my lids, to open my eyes, but it's like someone had glued them together. My eyeballs keeps rolling behind my lids. I feel them shaking. But, they won't budge. It sure is a highly challenging task to do.

After some real efforts, in the end, I succeed. From behind my half closed eyes, I see the room I'm in is pretty dark, the only light is from the bulb on the corridor outside that filters in and gives my tired hazels a chance to recognize my surround