“Look, I think she’s waking up.”
“Shhh!”
My brain slowly comes back online, with a few false starts as I go in and out of darkness.
My eyes are closed. I smell grass and mud. The side of my face feels damp. It’s pressed up against something hard. I hear the sound of water and a bird chirping.
I open my eyes. The world is still spinning. I try to sit up, but I can’t. My hands and feet are tied.
“Just stay there,” a voice says.
Maybe my emotions are muted, but the sound of that voice still puts a knot in my stomach.
Cherry. She’s going to kill me.
I inhale sharply. It’s one thing to die. It’s another to know that this b***h won. I struggle against Duct tape I’m tied up with.
“Cut that out,” a male voice says.
“Let me up,” I say. “I want to see
