Chapter 12 A Genuine Smile

• || Arabella ||
• When I woke up this morning, my head felt like it would burst any moment and all the contents inside would spatter on my bed. My stomach felt funny as well.
• I tried massaging my forehead, but the stickiness on it disgusted me. Next, as I tried to run my fingers through my hair, I found it to be stickier with a pungent smell. I blinked, trying to process who I was, on which planet I was on, whether I was dead or alive, and what year it was.