LydiaI tried opening my eyes feeling as if a freaking snow plow ran me over. Getting the tufts of hair from my face, I turned my head visibly noticing that the blue sheets and the grey blanket currently covering me weren't mine.Placing my hand on my head, I rested my back on the headboard taking in my surroundings. Grey walls, floor white length curtains, a balcony, an even bigger wardrobe than I had at home and finally paintings hung on the wall. One look at the paintings and it was enough to know I wasn't at home. I never liked paintings. Not that I didn't appreciate art but something about watching horror movies had scared me that at any moment some monster would pop out of the damn things.Memories from yesterday came to me in a blur. I was crying, something I had done yesterday with no shame, I went to Power Inc, got my heart broken, went again to the parking lot, picked up Jess's call, got shocked from Steve's death and then someone showed up.
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