Eight

I blink my eyes open and hear myself exhale as I come to the realization that I had fallen asleep despite making a promise to myself that I wouldn't do so because I don't know what the fuckin' hell is going to happen to me next.

I struggle to get out of the sinking soft bed and make my way to the window blinds, almost ripping the blinds off the window in the process. I am in an aggressive mood, and despite getting a minor cut in the process, I am able to successfully remove the blinds from the window so that I could see outside.

It is bright and sunny, which is the polar opposite of how I am feeling.

After Vilda's strange smile from the previous night, which seemed utterly evil and anxiety-inducing, I found myself on the bed worrying for my life and promising to stay awake because I was locked in and might get stabbed or something if I did fall asleep, but I still ended up sleeping like a baby.

Darn it.

My life is in the hands of a stranger and I'm getting married to him

Wow.

Even