CHAPTER 8

ARIA'S POV

The feeling of waking up makes me light for several seconds, like I am floating in the realm between life and death until I finally feel my consciousness slip back in. My eyes flutter open after that. I blink once, twice and some more when the vision in front of me doesn’t change into a familiar one.

I sit up, expecting to see the dull blue walls of my room but the room I woke up in is painted differently in a brighter and warmer color that makes me feel relaxed to be here. Before I start to question the changes I am not used to, a fast train of memories slam into my mind and it all starts to make sense. Everything that happened from Grandmother’s funeral to me standing in front of the hotel, drained and desperate.

From there, I remember nothing else. I must have fainted, completely blacked out and was brought to this strange place.

I find it strange because it clearly isn’t a hospital room which I assume I should have been taken to if I fainted out of nowhere. The room