As I came out of my drowsy stupor like coma my mind quickly began trying to process what had happened. I thought back to the recent events of the previous hours.... or days. I remember clearly watching my family set up the crime scene to fake my friends deaths and then my aunt Alice carving necessary wounds into my body to create a needed image.
I opened my eyes and looked around, without moving my head. I was in Jamie's room. There was blood spatter on the wall, glass shards embedded into the wall and I could also see from my peripheral vision that the door was broken.
I tried to move my head to get a better view of my surroundings but it was futile. I couldn't even move my limbs, let alone open my mouth to speak which made me nervous. What was wrong?
Closing my eyes I took a deep brea
