Chapter 610-The Well From My Nightmare
Helanie:
"Ugh!" A hopeless groan escaped my lips as I tried to move. But every inch of my body was so sore that I could barely move a muscle.
I had not been in a war, but why did it feel like I had fought in one for hours without a break? Even raising my neck seemed impossible. I knew I had been sleeping or had passed out. So while I forced my eyelids to open, I focused on the main question.
"Where am I?"
I could barely get a word out of my mouth as my throat started to itch. I coughed and then struggled to lift my hand. I could only raise it until I placed it on my stomach. This is where I was feeling most of the pain.
"Uggghhh!" I groaned again, staring upward, but all I could see was darkness. Not entirely. Light was able to seep in through the smallest cracks of the cover. That’s when I began to remember where I could be and how I ended up here.
"The well." Panic took hold of me when I remembered the last time I was on my feet. I was near the well. I had come here to help Emmet out, but someone pushed me in instead.
"Someone pushed me," I repeated my thoughts to confirm I remembered exactly what had happened.
"But who—and how will I get out?" I let out a whimper when I couldn’t raise my head completely.