Everything was dark. Pitch black. Was I sleeping?
I couldn't feel my body.
What had he done to me? What was in the needle? Some kind of drug?
What did he inject me with?
After the first memory ended I returned to the pitch-black world. That was the safest word to explain that.
It exists somewhere in my mind. I didn't know how? Why? And where?
I couldn't feel my body, that's what made me terrified. And if it was a dream why was I unable to wake up?
Questions. That's all I had.
My mind was bustling with them.
Why did he come back? What did he want?
Revenge? But he already had this. If not for the forsaken day I met him my life might not have taken this epic turn.
What else did he want?
'Don't put that much pressure on your brain, chickpea. That's not your job.'
I heard his voice talking, loud and clear in my mind.
'What have you done to me? What's going on?'
