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Ch. 7
Her head was pounding.
She could feel her heart thumping in her chest.
Her arms were heavy.
She couldn't raise her arm.
Why couldn't she lift her arms?
Her legs, they wouldn't move.
Paralyzed.
She started to panic.
Her eyes fluttered back and forth in to the darkness.
She couldn't see.
She couldn't see where she was, her nose in front of her face.
She tried to speak, but no words came, only mumbled sounds escaped from deep within her chest.
She was panicking.
She wanted to call for help, for anyone.
She could feel her fingertips, though numb against the cement.
She was lying on the ground.
On the cement ground.
In the darkness.
She wanted to turn her head.
She wanted to move, to try again and scream.
She couldn't move, her sounds inaudible.
Nothing.
Her fingers flinched with all the will she had as she tried to grasp at the cement below her.
Remember.
She tried to remember where she was, how she got there.
What happened… think Olivia… think.
She was panicking.
Her thoughts jumbled.
She tried desperately to calm herself, put one thought, one word behind the other.
She tried to breath.
She felt like her lungs wouldn't inflate though she knew she was breathing.
The man from the bar.
The alley.
The brick wall.
He was on top of her.
A needle.
Then nothing.
Then now.
She was cold.
She felt cold.
Her clothes?
She wasn't wearing her clothes.
Her legs were bare, she could feel the cold air against them.
Her shoulders were covered.
Wrapped in a blanket?
Was she wrapped in a blanket?
Her legs bare.
Oh God, oh God!
She wasn't wearing her clothes.
She struggled again to move.
Tears falling from her eyes.
She couldn't stop.
She couldn't stop crying.
Or stop panicking.
God, please God!
Think Olivia.
It would wear off.
Whatever was in that needle, it would wear off.
She would be able to move, figure out where she was, get out.
She would be able to get out.
Whatever had happen to her she would get over.
She just needed to get out.
Simple.
She could feel her eyes getting heavy and she struggled to keep them open.
Her body suddenly felt like it was fighting against her.
What was happening?
She was sweating.
She suddenly couldn't breath.
Her body began to shake violently.
Now nothing.
AOAOAOAOAOAO
Her body wreathed under the blanket.
She had tossed and turned all night, her arms flailing about.
Her mumblings incoherent.
She was dreaming.
A bad dream.
Her body flinched, her fists tightening, again words that made no sense.
Suddenly she sat straight up in bed.
LIV! She screamed in to the darkness of her bedroom.
She looked around.
Nothing.
There was nothing, no one there.
She was sweating, her t-shirt soaked.
Her head was pounding.
She could feel her heart thumping in her chest.