~Noelle~
Panic, that's what I should have done. But I have been here for a while now and my headache is no better. My vision blurs from time to time, and I've grown tired of Greta constantly panicking at every sound she hears. For the love of life, and all that it holds, why can't she just shut the fuck up?
The too white room is messing with my mind, but I have kept my cool so far. Deciding not to give them the satisfaction of seeing me become crumbled mess.
I may have been drugged and kidnapped, but they haven't won yet.
That siren goes off again and so does Greta, this time scowl at her. Her scremas aren't exactly helping. They're blistering my skull with more pain.
"Don't give me that look. How the fuck are you so calm? What are they going to do to us?" She's pacing from the left to the right.
