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This is the begining to one of the chapters in a book I am writing, please tell me what you honestly think. Thank you
The following morning Isla was suffering from the excruciating pain of a migraine. She refused to even open her eyes in hopes of sleeping off the horrible throbbing sensation; she knew the morning sunshine would only contribute to her symptom. It was not unusual for Isla to be the victim of a severe headache, but it was not only her head that was bothersome. In fact, her whole body ached from head to toe. Her stomach was nauseous and her entire lower body was extremely tender and sore; especially in the groin region. It was as if she had a bad case of the flu that had escalated beyond the common cold. The pain was so intolerable that it was all Isla could think about.
Isla battled with these terrible aches and pains for what seemed to be an hour without any luck of being relieved. She decided to finally give up and open her eyes, only to find that she couldn’t see anything.
“Oh my God,” she shuddered in panic. She closed her eyes once more only to see the same nothingness when they reopened. She reached for her eyes and discovered there was nothing there to mask them. “What the hell?” she rubbed her eyes vigorously in desperation. Had she gone blind? Isla’s mind became overwhelmed with fear and confusion. She felt extremely dizzy, like her brain had jolted around in her skull; but with no reference point in sight Isla couldn’t confirm this. Was she delusional? “Oh my God, Oh my God,” she repeatedly shrieked in horror as she began feeling her surroundings, searching for answers. The last clear memory that came to Isla’s mind was smoking a joint in Rodney’s car, but she couldn’t remember for the life of her the events that had followed. Where was she? How did she get there? Why was she blind? An entire piece of Isla’s life had been erased and she was determined to put the pieces together. She first felt around next to her, the ground feel rough and sturdy; certainly not a bed at the Marriott. Isla’s arm guided her hands until they reached a wall, which was about six inches away on each side. She then stretched her arms upward; they couldn’t even fully extend before reaching the ceiling that was only and an inch or two above her. Isla’s initial reaction was that she was in a coffin, waiting to suffocate to death. But a small tunnel of light beamed through the corner of the ceiling, Isla was not blind after all; she was trapped in some sort of dark box. “Help!” Isla began to scream as she banged loudly against the roof of the box, she continued to scream and bang until her voice grew hoarse and hands became bruised.
Isla reached a terrible realization; she was drugged and raped last night without even knowing it. She vomited at the thought. This must have been some sort of crazy nightmare, but Isla knew it was all too real thanks to her lack of common sense last night. How could she have been so stupid? She had never been unfaithful to Jack and now her stupidity was the only one to blame. If Isla had never left the Barry’s house she would have never found herself in this situation. She began to think of how many times Jack must’ve called her phone, wondering where she was as much as she did herself.