When I come to again, I am no longer on my side on a hard surface. When I lift up my head, I realize that my hands are still tied. The pain on my side is no longer unbearable. Instead, a steady constant throb replaces it—still painful but endurable.
I can't help but feel a little relieved when I see that I am no longer lying uncomfortably on a hard surface. Instead, I am lying on a small twin bed in a windowless room with peeling purple wallpaper and dirty wooden floorboards with holes in some parts. The only door in the room is across from the bed, and I scramble farther away from it instinctively.
When I do, I feel something odd about my body and I lift up the white covers to find that my hoodie is gone. I am only wearing the white chemise that I put on under my hoodie. A dark patch has bloomed in my lower abdomen—to the left side.