Linguistic-Pancakes

 From the moment I breathed, it all started to happen. A sudden rush of cold met the surface of my of my skin, but it wasn't the air. It was a strangely thick substance that cut off my ability to move. Was it finally over? No sound could be heard, not even my long exhale to expel the freezing air that I had taken in. The pain registered not a second later and enveloped my entire being in what seemed like flames. It coursed through me and focused into my neck, where it spread down my spine and I thought I was going to be ripped apart. I felt nothing and everything all at once and every nerve of my body was being twisted beyond my comprehensio

I awoke from a vivid nightmare to be drenched in a cold sweat and my blankets all strewn haphazardly to the floor. It felt like I had been asleep only off and on, but when I was unconscious, my dreams were never uncovered with blood and death. Something wasn't right here. These bed sheets aren't the ones I remembered from my parents' guest room. They're...oh no. How the hell did I get back to Tom's house? And I was wearing jeans instead of shorts. When did I... In a slight panic, I sat up, head spinning like a horribly broken merry-go-round that was going off-kilter. A piece of paper on the nightstand caught my attention so I picked it up,