Rosalie
It was the first time I had succeeded in fighting my way out of the darkness, I could see light in the distance and the muffled sounds of people talking. I opened my eyes but the bright light was almost too much to bare that I closed them again almost immediately. I moved my arm over my face to shield myself from whatever was beaming down on me. I was unaware of whom was in the room with me but they were no longer talking but shouting, it wasn't a voice I recognized. Then other voices could be heard, I could hear children playing, had I died in that bathroom?
The images of Lucian's violent tirade flashed through my mind, was I still lying in the bathtub? is he still here watching me, waiting for me to wake so he could begin his torture all over again? the notion made me scared an
