EMILY'S STANDPOINT
I tossed on the bed, smiling in content. The bed smelt nice, comfy and weirdly familiar. It didn't smell like my regular fragrance.
I opened one eye and my eyes landed on an unfamiliar wardrobe painted in red color.
"Wait, when did I paint my wardrobe red?" I frowned.
My eyes immediately widened in horror and I sprang up from the bed, looking around and I shook my head in horror.
"No, no, no, this cannot be happening."
I was in a strange environment and what was more horrifying was that I didn't know how I got here.
I was still fully dressed and my hair was scattered around like I was a mad woman. I actually felt like one right now.
I held my head trying to remember how I got here but nothing was coming. It was all blank. The only thing I could remember was drinking with a strange girl and we were laughing whose name was Aimee.
"Who the hell is Aimee?"
