Prison Bitch: Part 5 (End: America X Reader)More Like This
What woke you up was a lack of air. Your breathing was ragged and your chest and throat hurt. Feeling more than a little weak you laid down on your side and curled up in a ball. Nothing was obstructing your breathing, you were alone. Safe.
But there was still that lingering pain.... Like you'd been stangled or something.
You rubbed your head, trying to remember what you'd been dreaming about.... You'd forgotten. So you pushed it aside as unimportant. If you couldn't remember it, it probably wasn't worth your time. You'd probably had one of those dreams where you'd been drowning again. Or something...
Sitting up painfully you looked around the room. It was clean, wooden floors shining from a good polishing, light raining down on you from the window behind, a table to your side, and an empty chair beside it. You furrowed your eyebrows, where was Alfred? It was... Strange not to see him by your side. He was usually like some other kind of leech.
So where was he?
You had the worst feeling