Chapter 8

Isabella’s POV

I don’t think I’ve had as many headaches in the past compared to now. Even with my eyes sealed shut, the pain was excruciating, circling around my head and spreading down my neck, which was weird; my neck wasn’t supposed to hurt.

My eyes flew open immediately, and I regretted it. Bright lights filled my vision, and I shut my eyes again, shielding them temporarily from whatever wanted to blind me. It took a while before I peeled them open again, blinking a couple of times just to test the waters. A bare wall stared back at me.

That particular spot didn’t look painted; in fact, the entire room wasn’t coated with a single streak of paint. A shiver ran down my spine, and I shuddered. I didn’t like this place, not one bit. It was nowhere near…

Something wasn’t right. This wasn’t the room I was in previously. Flashbacks raided my mind as I tried to put the scattered pieces of my mind together again. I felt the cozy feel of the duvet