I woke up feeling woozy. When did I fall asleep again? What happened? I woke up to find myself at home, in my own bed. I felt a throbbing sensation on the back of my head. I sat up and fingered the sore spot. I winced and immediately drew back my hand. My vision was a little foggy, but I saw a few dots of crimson red on my fingers. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and opened them back up. I squinted at my fingers and saw that it resembled… blood.

"What the…?" I stood up and started for the bathroom. On my way out, I glanced at the clock. 2:00 pm… shouldn't I be at school right now? I continued onward to the bathroom. Once there, I turned on the faucet and splashed my face with some cold water. "Shit!" I exclaimed. I had looked into the mirror and saw my face. I had a cut across my left cheek, a bruise on my right cheek, and a cut on my upper lip. "How the hell did those get there?" I checked my whole body to find if I had any other injuries. I had a huge bruise on my right shoulder and a scraped knee. I licked my lip and tasted something bitter. I looked into the mirror and saw that the cut on my lip was bleeding. The cut on my cheek started to bleed too. I went out of the bathroom and started to treat my "injuries". But one thing kept on bugging my mind. How did this happen? Why can't I remember anything about this?

Jenny didn't come home this night. She had a sleepover with some friend of hers. Mom didn't come home, neither. I think it was her friend's birthday party or something. Grown-ups have sleepovers too? Now that's a first…. So here I am, lying on my bed, trying to remember what happened. Eventually I fell asleep.

"NO! DON'T!"

I literally jumped out of bed. I woke up to find myself sweating and panting. What was that? I had this dream – it was all dark. There were two people, and one of them… one of them was charging for me, and the other… what was the other one doing? I looked at the clock. It was 6:10. I don't think I could fall asleep after that dream, so I decided to take a bath. I stunk, and maybe the bath could relax me from the nightmare, and refresh my memories.

Okay, going to school looking all messed up isn't good. Trust me, it isn't good at all. At least for me it wasn't. So this is how I looked like:

My face had a huge bruise that was starting to develop into a bump, A swollen upper lip, A huge bandage for my left cheek, Messed up outfit.

Well, the outfit wasn't so messed up. I had on a red t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Oh yeah, and a pair of green flip-flops. I think the green was a bit too much. I used my excuse of my not having sneakers as an excuse to skip gym. For that whole period, I sat on the bleachers.

I sat there and looked around. I started to remember a little on what happened yesterday. I think I remember me being drugged and then I fainted. According to my dream last night (I finally decided that it had something to do with my injuries), someone was charging at me with a knife (?), and someone else was holding that person back. I think I had also fought the attacker? How else could I get a bruise on my cheek and shoulder? Did I get mugged or what? Why in the world was I attacked?

A/N: Short chapter, I know, but I got a song stuck in my head and have been typing lyrics half the time in the story and erased them. I got frustrated and hence the short chapter. Okay, so I didn't add the little section from the sneak peek from the last chapter, but I couldn't find a place to fit it in… sorry. I think I might use that for the final chapter of this story. I'm not going to add a sneak preview here because I really don't have any idea what the next chapter is going to be about. Thanks for listening to me blab. I might add a new chapter some time this week… probably Wednesday. Thanks for reading! .