Jocelyn Gertrude Roswell
A loud ringing in my ear and a pounding headache welcomed me as I woke up on the cold hard floor. Muffled voices could be heard amidst the ringing sound, and I felt something cold being brought to my lips.
“…drink up…” I managed to hear as some cold liquid was forced into my mouth. I gagged at the bitter taste of it and attempted to spit it out, but I reacted too late, and it had already begun passing down my throat. That didn’t stop me from sitting up still so I could spit out the rest, and I ended up in a fit of coughs.
“Took it like a champ.” I heard a voice laced with sarcasm as I squeezed my face in disgust at the black liquid I had just dispelled from my mouth onto the floor.
“What was that?!” It tasted awful. I scrubbed my tongue against my palm to get
