(Trisha Volkov)
I groaned as consciousness peek the darkness I was in. I smelled the gross musty smell. It was as if someone was torturing me with a pair of dirty socks near my nose.
I opened my eyes and tried to sit up straight, It took me a moment to realize that I was on a dirty floor of a stinky basement.
My hands and feet were tied with rope, I tried to flap my feet but the rope did not open.
How did I come here? Why can't I remember anything?
Somewhat I managed to get myself in a sitting position, one side of my hair got sticky and gross with the dirty mud on the floor.
"Hello!!!" I yelled, my voice echoing loudly in the closed dark room.
My head was throbbing, I tried to remember the last thing I can think of.
I remember a dizzy image of Christian telling me to stay near the firework station while he was gone, I was enjoying the view waiting for the new year when I had felt a sting on my neck as if someone pricked me with a needle.
