When Keeley's eyes opened, she had no idea where she was. The background consisted of spinning white swirls, flashes of the color yellow, and what may or may not have been leaves growing out of the walls.
Though she felt like she should be seized with panic, her mind was blank. It was an odd, hollow feeling.
A nasally voice spoke but she saw the words float around her in red letters. "This is great! She totally looks like an addict."
Another deeper voice with a Southern accent emerged and those words swam in front of her in a spooky neon green font. "Shut up! She can still hear you."
Keeley heard and saw what they were saying but couldn't comprehend a word. She wanted to ask them what they meant but her tongue felt like lead. She couldn't speak.
Was she sitting up?
There was a giant angry clown head like in that one horror movie everybody was obsessed with a few years before her death. It seemed to be mocking her.
