Adeline POV
Something woke me. Was it the smell? The dust in the air that made me cough? The chill of the ice cold floor that seeped through every bone? Perhaps it was the pit of hunger that ravaged my stomach or the blistering thirst that scorched my throat?
No. It was the burning sensation in my eyes, and the throbbing of my head that woke me. The drug, whatever it had been, still lingered in my veins.
I opened my eyes against the pain, and could only see a blurry image. It was dark but there were streams of light that came from somewhere.
“H-elp,” I croaked, my voice barely a whisper. How long had I been here? When was the last time I had eaten or had anything to drink?
“Help!” I called out again, a little bit stronger and louder but still a sound that could be missed quite easily.
“Please!” Only the echo of my voice answered me.
