82 BA

82 BA

Maridelle woke up groggily. Her head aches, throbbing like the way she felt after the night Sebastian sucked her blood. Her vision is unsteady—all she can see are blurry figures of people circling her, comparable to a cult. She can hear inaudible voices; Maridelle can only make one word out of their chant: her name.

“Fuck!” she uttered while both of her hands are on her head. “It hurts!”

She rose up from lying and struggled to drop her legs off the bed she is on. But every movement is heightening the excruciating pain. She knew she is screaming, but none of those she considered a cult seemed to hear her nor bothered to help. She can hear it again. Someone is calling her name.

“What's happening?!” she shrieked. She put her hand on her side to support herself. She screamed again. This time she widened her eyes in an attempt and hoping she could clearly see those around them. Someone is speaking but it seemed the pain she is enduring is drowning its voice.

“Mari! Hey, it's me. Do