20.

Morowa.

  

The world rocked beneath me, moving at the speed of a snail. Slow and steady.

A throb decides to make itself known at the base of my head when the surface beneath me jerked, my head making a painful connection with a hard surface.

My eyes refused to budge. I tried again but failed. Why won't my eyes cooperate with me?

An occasional honk or yell from somewhere outside invade my ears and yet my body refused to respond.

"Take the girl." A gruff voice barked. Firm hands touched behind my knees. I felt like cringing but with my body still disconnected from my mind,  I couldn't.

The person start walking,  the movements making my arms swing out of my control.

Cold and sharp breeze slashed across my skin causing goosebumps. Fresh water and salt indicate we must be somewhere near a beach or river