DNA

Cold and still was her body felt like, her stand still mind echoing her stiff muscles. Amy cracked her eyes open, slowly adjusting to the bright light in the room which penetrated her pupils. Her eyes caught muffled sounds talking from a distance, making her panic.

Quickly looking around, she was no longer in the dump looking room. Nor were Isabelle or Blake anywhere to be found, she couldn't help but feel confused. It felt so real, yet here she was in an elegant looking room.

Amy sat up, feeling her head protest as it stung painfully, making it hard for her to think of anything. Slowly getting to her feet, she stood up, but not for long as she felt a gush of dizziness swirl her back on the bed.

Just then, the door opened, making her strain to sit up and see whoever it was.

“Jesus Christ, hunnie, what are you doing?” Her father's voice came before he helped her sit up on the bed.

“Dad? What happened? Why am I here? I remember being in… aah!” Amy moaned out in pain as her head throb