Chapter 144: Waking Up To A Nightmare
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Noah’s POV
The first thing I noticed was how heavy my body felt. It was as if every muscle was weighed down with sandbags, making me feel sluggish, and my eyelids were glued shut, no matter how hard I tried to open them. A dull, nauseating headache throbbed behind my eyes, and for a moment, I just lay there, taking shallow breaths and trying to understand why everything felt so off.
When I finally managed to pry my eyes open, I was met with a dim ceiling, marked with rust stains and old oil smudges. The air was thick with the scents of gasoline, metal, and a faint chemical sourness. Blinking slowly, the world tilted a bit, and I realized I was on a thin mattress on the floor, the scratchy fabric brushing against my cheek.
A sickening twist of fear knotted in my stomach.
This was definitely not my blue themed bedroom. This wasn’t anywhere familiar.
Where the hell was I?
I tried to push myself up, but my limbs felt weak and disconnected, as if they weren’t mine. My hands trembled as I pressed them against the mattress, and I only made it halfway up before a wave of dizziness crashed over me, forcing me back down. My heart raced, pounding in my throat as fragments of memory flickered in my mind walking through the garden, checking my phone, that weird text from Ethan, turning around, and then—
Pain.
A hand gripping my arm.
A needle.
Laughter.