HI! This story belonged to Whitlock(dot)Mason(dot)McCarthy(dot)Cullen, sadly she would not be continuing it so I adopted it, and it was one of my favorite stories of hers. The first three chapters are written by her.
And you know, Stephanie Meyer is the owner of Twilight.
Today, I woke up, thinking about Elvis somewhere in Vegas
I'm not sure how I got here or how there's a ring on my left hand; just appeared
… And there's just one little problem, I don't even know my last name
Last Name by Carrie Underwood
As I wake up, I'm aware of many things. A beam of sun light on my face, which was the cause of me waking up. The massive bed I was in, the unfamiliar golden wallpaper, and the noises from a different room.
I jolt up, scared, and then become aware of my killer headache. It's not just a normal headache. No, it's a hangover headache.
What happened last night?
I put my hands over my eyes, because the light definitely wasn't helping my head at all.
I notice a cold piece of metal pressed against my forehead.
I take my hand off my head and look at my hand.
I gasp, horrified.
A ring.