Ugh, my back hurts. Grabbing the edge of the desk, I lifted myself up from the floor. How long was I even asleep?
Wait, I slept?!
Slapping a hand on my mouth, I immediately looked around to see if anyone was in this creepy room to give me company. My eyes wandered around the now dark room, which seemed eerier now that the night had arrived. Unconsciously, my hand reached up to the cut on my neck from before, my lips parting in shock when I felt a bandage instead of the punctured skin.
Not that bad for someone who killed his own father.
My stomach growled, causing me to groan, as I crouched low, pulling my knees close to my chest. I don't want to spend a night in this weird room, I just want to go home.
I miss Dave.
Oh my God, Chase. Is he okay? What if they couldn't get him to the house in time for treatment?
My thoughts were interrupted by a loud howl from the outside, making me jump up. My heart thudded in my chest as I searched for a light switch.
Come on, come on.
