105

ATLAS

My head was banging. Or maybe that was the sound of whatever they were hitting outside my room. I groaned and pushed my leg off the bed, not caring to open my eyes. I knew my room like the back of my hand, so even if I was unconscious, I could make it to the door.

I stood straight, my entire body protesting to the movement because it felt like too much. I took no more than two steps before my foot hit something and I went tumbling to the ground. If I was in my right senses, my relaxed would have saved me perhaps. But my head was pudding pounding and now the world was shaking.

I felt around me, now realising it wasn’t my choice to not open my eyes. They have refused to open and I had nothing to do with it.

I felt something, like wood so I held onto it and hoisted myself up. Or tried to, rather. Because instead of pulling myself up, I pulled something and it crashed over me, making me hit the back of my head on whatever I had tripped on the first time.

“Shit.” My growl is ful