Amara's POV
I woke up in complete darkness.
My head felt like someone had hit it with a hammer. My mouth was dry and tasted like metal.
Where was I?
I tried to move, but my hands were tied behind my back. My legs were tied too. Panic shot through my body like electricity.
"Dad?" I called out. "Dad, are you here?"
Silence.
I was alone.
The last thing I remembered was seeing Sarah in the hospital room. But Sarah was supposed to be dead. Rebecca said she killed her.
So who did I really see?
My eyes started to adjust to the darkness. I was in a small room with concrete walls. It smelled like mold and fear.
A basement.
There was a tiny window near the ceiling, but it was covered with boards. Only thin lines of light came through the cracks.
I tried to wiggle out of the ropes, but they were too tight. They were cutting into my skin.
"Help!" I screamed as loud as I could. "Someone help me!"
No answer.
I heard footsteps above my head. Someone was walking around upstairs.
