Tyson's eyes snapped open and he took in his surroundings with a dazed look. He was laying on a bed with the light spilling through the window. It was the next day.
"What the fuck?" He murmured as he sat up. He rubbed his eyes to be sure he wasn't hallucinating. "When did I get here?"
The last thing he remembered, was the hot make out session with Skylar and then being flung away by something and then the voice that kept telling him to come.
"That couldn't have been all in my head, could it?"
He shook his head and pulled off the duvet off him before standing up. He stared at his feet and then his body. Everything seemed normal and nothing was out of place. He was dressed in his black satin pajamas. He held his head and groaned. He felt like he was missing hours worth of memories. He definitely didn't remember walking into his room, changing into his pajamas and then falling asleep on the bed.
Something was wrong, something was definitely wrong.
