9. Cleaning Up

The next time I gained consciousness, the space around me felt very different.

Although my body still burned as badly as I remembered before I blacked out. I finally realized why it all felt different when I could feel a cold surface beneath me, one that felt like pure bliss against my burning back.

There was someone else in the room, but they weren’t hurting me. Instead, it felt like they were helping me. I could feel a cloth pressed on top my head and although the water was too cold, I felt too weak to try to protest. I only shivered in effect.

I tried to force my eyes open but the pain in my head stopped me from completely trying to open it. Instead I hissed weakly, trying to warn whoever was messing with me to back up but it wasn’t working as well as I had hoped for because they only continued to do it.

“Stupid girl, can’t get her mouth to shut up.” I finally heard someone whisper and I recognized the voice immediately.

This was the mean girl from the first time that I had co