A bright, piercing light stabs at my eyes.
I squeeze them shut, but it’s no use. My head is pounding. It feels like my brain is suddenly too big for my skull, like it’s trying to push its way out.
I force my eyes open again, just a little. Everything is too white.
The walls are white. The ceiling is white. The bedsheets I’m lying on are a stark, clean white.
It’s all so bright and polished it makes my head hurt even more.
I push myself up on my elbows, and the room does a slow, sickening spin.
My heart jolts to life like it's been shocked.
This isn’t my room. This isn’t my bed. “Where the hell am I?”
I look down at my body, and a new spike of anxiety makes my stomach drop.
I’m still in my red dress from the party last night. The fabric is all wrinkled now.
“My phone! Where t
