Amber POV
It was dark, that was my first thought. My eyelids felt gritty and as I forced them open, I half expected to see that I was in a dark dank cave or something. But instead, the sun was shining warmly, and I could feel it on my skin. I experimented with moving my limbs, happy to see that they were all functioning fine.
How had I gotten here? I remembered what I had done. I had sliced my wrists in a desperate attempt to get some sort of freedom, unable to live with a mate who was incapable of making a decision and who had literally made me feel like I was living in prison. Did I intend to die? Maybe. Because that was the only way I had of escaping the prison and getting away. But right now it didn't feel like I had died. I wasn't in the hospital either. Instead, I was lying down
