Ivy’s blue eyes wanted to stay closed, but she struggled anyway to open them. Her eyelids were heavy, and her head clouded. Consciousness was just out of her grasp, even though it was right in front of her. She tried grabbing at it, but it was like trying to hold onto mist.<br/><br/>After several minutes of struggling against the pain killers, Ivy managed to stay awake. Glancing around the room, she became very confused. Last she remembered she was at a party…there was a new drug, and she had taken plenty of it. It had made her feel exquisite and as if she could rule the world. There had been a guy, and a girl….they were all in a dark room together. Ivy could remember nothing more.<br/><br/>This room was not the room she had been in. It looked like something out of modern art museum, very sleek and clean. But if she was in a museum, why was she on a bed? And why was she receiving injections?<br/><br/><em>Crap, maybe this is some sort of prison.</em>Ivy looked around for the door. She wasn’t able to see much from her place lying on the table, so she drew her elbows back and planted her arms on the sides of the table. Pushing herself up was hard. Much harder than it should have been. It took her several tries before she was to the point where her head was up and she was leaning back on her elbows.<br/>