I woke up with my head pounding like someone hit me with a brick. Sunlight was cutting straight through my curtains, right into my eyes. For a full minute, I just stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out what I was even looking at. It wasn’t until I recognized the crooked c***k near the corner that it hit me.
This was my room.
Which didn’t make sense.
The last thing I remembered was being in the hallway near Jane’s door, leaning against the wall, making sure everything was quiet. I remembered her opening the door. I remembered her holding a knife like she was ready to stab someone. I remembered saying something, then… nothing.
After that, my memory was cut off. Like someone switched off the power in my head.
I forced myself to sit up, rubbing my temples. “Great,” I muttered. “Real
