"Mmm..." Jenna moaned. She didn't like it at all when she woke up with splitting headaches. Not that anyone does, but Jenna hated to go to bed drunk. Her brain always stayed muddled up making her very dull for the rest of the day. Rolling on the side of the bed, Jenna opened her heavy eyes and then closed them again.
She didn't remember any occasion that led her to drink so much. She had only drunk tea with the mean old lady and had returned to her room...or did she not?
These thoughts made Jenna roll on the surface she lay on, with her hand on her chest. Another moan escaped Jenna's lips and she turned this time, landing on the ground with a crash.
"Ow," Jenna cried, rubbing the back of her head that had landed on a basin. She tried to roll to the side and stand up.
"Another turn and you'll have a knife inside your chest," a woman's voice echoed, the tone dry and laid-back.
Jenna opened her eyes. She tried to turn against the person's warning but was stopped with a gentle kick.
