144: Betrayal hurts doesn't it?

Fiona's POV

The strange thing about living is that sometimes you are so sure you are dead, something big happens, and momentarily you expect to vanish along as pain crumbles you, but strangely, you survive, strangely the breath in your lungs remains, and you make it out alive with only one thing in mind; Rage.

The moment I opened my eyes, I knew I was a different person. I knew the thoughts of fairytales and happy ever afters were flushed out of my system along with all the tears I shed last night, and I was brand new Fiona with only one goal: to make whoever hurt me this deep suffer the same fate.

The thoughts of Mac were a constant whir scarring my brain over and over again in each minute.

I stared at the white ceiling until my senses began to flicker back in. Why is the ceiling white? I jumped up from the bed I lay and scanned my surroundings in alarm, expecting to meet trees, brown earth, and wild air, but sure as hell, I was somewhere under a roof and not in the open, and once