~AUTUMN~
I don't know where I am, but I know this is the worst way to wake up.
My hands are strapped to a table, and bright white lights are above my head. I tried to move, pulling against the straps, but it was no use; nothing was working.
Where the hell am I? I couldn't see anything because of the lights, which made me panic more than before.
The last thing I remembered was being dragged from the jeep and someone placing a cloth over my mouth. I tried to call for help from Atticus, but Anya had blocked his view of me. And he hadn't been looking in my direction either.
I remember feeling terrified, trying to catch anyone's attention. It was the one time I wanted eyes to be on me, and magically no one was seeing what was happening to me. No one saw me being kidnapped. I was relivi
