Dila suddenly woke up.... but she wasn't on her bed. Instead, it felt like she was trapped inside something.... a box. The air was heavy, suffocating. Darkness pressed against her eyes no matter how wide she tried to open them and than closed it again thinking if she was only dreaming or not.
Her hands instinctively clutched something to her chest.... soft petals, roses. She tightened her grip and forced a faint smile, whispering, "Aghhh.... my head..."
Slowly, she tried to open her eyes again, but there was nothing.... only endless black. Panic set in.
Her breath quickened, and she began to thrash against the walls. "Help!" she screamed, kicking, pounding, anything to break free. The box rattled, shifting with her frantic struggle.
"Calm down, Dila.... calm down...." she muttered, pressing her trembling hand against her chest. She clenched her right palm tight, forcing herself to think. "Nari.... are you there?"
