Malia
My head pounded when I woke up, the room around me began spinning as I moved. I groaned rolling over, the soft surface beneath me adjusting to my body. Opening my eyes to see the flower printed walls I scrambled to my feet, I didn’t know this place. Where was I? What happened? Ty. My head ached and I reached up to hold it, leaning back against the iron bed frame to balance myself as dizziness took over.
“Ty,” I whimpered, calling out to him as I collapsed back onto the bed. The unusual silence in my mind was deafening, where is he? Where am I? What happened? I looked to the room around me, the walls covered with a tacky floral wall paper. The iron bed stood alone in the centre of the room, with only a single small dresser pressed into the corner of the room. Windowless, the room
