48.

Daya

Pain...

The only ever-persisting, all-too-familiar and nagging feeling once again made its presence known inside of me, this time taking the form of a dull headache, rather rudely waking me up from that dreamless and peaceful slumber.

Gradually regaining awareness of my own body, my fingers lightly twitched before my eyes slowly opened, greeted by the simple whiteness of a ceiling.

Slowly turning my head to the side I then hazily took in my surroundings, and with a slightly blurred sight I could notice the burgundy-colored wallpaper and dark furniture, completely failing to recognize anything at all.

And since my mind continuously refused to give me a single hint of what transpired before finding myself in this unfamiliar room, I wobbly rose myself into a sitting position, not failing to also notice the stinging sensation prickling my skin, right in the middle of my chest.

With a frown followed by a slight hiss, my fingers gently traced over the area, lowering my sight to take a