
Jayla.
Pure blue eyes opening quickly with a blink and a jolt, sitting up straight only to find herself get pushed back down onto the bed. Her vision was blurry for a while, adjusting to the bright lights above her and fixing her view on the room. All white, everything. Jayla blinked and felt something cold and hard digging into her wrist and saw chains attached onto her ankles as well as her wrists. She dropped her head back and stared out the closed window, seeing the sunlight try to peek through the going side-to-side shades.
Daniel.
Shackles constantly rattling, Daniel tried to get his wrists free from the lock. What had happened? He thought. He didn't remember when, or how he got here... He didn't remember anything ever since he woke up. Frustration radiated off him like light as he continued to struggle. He wanted to get out. The white room was driving him insane, so he kept his eyes on the shafts drifting back and forth that caused a shadow on the floor. It was the only thing standing out in the white room. He closed his dark, mud-pie eyes and let out a frustrated sigh, and began to calm his mind.

















