It was all foggy. She couldn’t quite remember where she was. It was dark. He was behind her. His hand running through her dirty raven hair. One of his fingers got caught in the tangles. Her jerked it out, pulling a few strands with it. Her scalp painfully pinching as her hair released its hold on her flesh.
Her unfocused eyes wandered around the room.
Of an off white, yellowing color.
She felt a hand on her shoulder.
There was a door.
The shoulder left her arm. Her eyes settled on his lips. They were moving, saying words. She heard no sound…not through the loud fuzz in her head....