Stolen Time

Noelle's POV

I open my eyes, but the rays of sunlight entering the room force me to close them again immediately. I groan, my hand flying to rest at the top of my head as I feel a headache settling there.

"Noelle," I hear the familiar voice of my best friend, Sloane. I open my eyes again, slowly this time.

"Noelle," she repeats, setting her phone aside and coming to the bed.

Then she looks toward