The first thing that returned to me wasn’t sight, but a heavy, suffocating weight pressing down on my chest. My mind was completely groggy, trapped in a thick, terrifying fog. I couldn't breathe. The air tasted clean, too clean, but the logic didn't register.
Panic flared up like wildfire in my chest.
I snapped my eyes open, but the room was completely dark. I couldn't make anything out. The shadows stretched over me like the peeling plaster walls of my cell, and instantly, my fractured mind told me I was still trapped. I was still in that dingy, locked room. Jason was coming back.
I have to get out. I have to get away.
Frantic, I tried to bolt from the bed, but as I flung my arm out, a sharp, restrictive tug yanked violently at the back of my left hand. I didn't care. I didn't think.
