The voices drag me back to consciousness.
They're loud. Annoying.
I try to raise my hands to cover my ears, to drown out their words, but my arms won't respond. Neither will my legs when I try to stretch them. What the…?
My mind claws through the haze, scrambling for awareness. I wake up the rest of the way, wincing from the bright lights in the room. My vision swims at first, eyes watering from the strain. But as clarity slowly returns, a pounding ache makes itself known from the back of my skull, radiating outwards until my skull feels like it might shatter.
I groan and squeeze my eyes shut, welcoming the temporary relief that comes with the darkness.
Then—silence.
The sharp bang of a door slamming makes me flinch.
I force my eyes open to see three figures walking in.
Aunt Marie.
Uncle Aldo.
Carlo.
Fuck.
