CHAPTER 105

HAZEL'S POV;

I woke up with a start. First of all, I wasn't in my room. This place was dark and stuffy. It was gloomy and due to my lack of eye sight, I couldn't see anything and it made me so afraid.

I stood to my feet and tried to find my way around but nothing seemed to be working. I could touch a thing apart from the wet wall and at one point, I slipped onto the moist ground and hit the ground with full force.

"Ah!" I cried out when my knees grazed the ground. "It hurts."

I couldn't see anything but I knew I had a bruise on my knees. What was more frustrating was the fact that I was wounded in this dark room. I leaned against the wall and pulled my knees to my chest before bursting into tears.

What did I do to deserve all these?

Why was it that anytime things seemed to be getting better, something bad would happen?

This wasn't the first time or the second or the third time. It had happened countless times and this was the worst yet.

I knew I