Aria swings her backpack onto her back, wincing in pain as the movement jarred her injured leg and wrist. The weight and straps of the pack dug into her shoulders, cutting into her skin. She gritted her teeth, swallowing her pain.
"I've got to get out of here," Aria muttered to herself barely audible over the creaking of the old wooden floor on the other room, she can't be a princess in distress, always waiting for Ryan to save.
With a deep breath, Aria pushed herself off the bed, her good leg trembling beneath her.while her injured leg protested, sending a sharp pain shooting through her calf and She bit back a cry, refusing to give in to distress.
Aria took a deep breath, steeling herself for the pain that would come with the movements. She carefully picked up her gun and small torchlight from the bed, her injured hand trembling as she pick up the torch. The torch's light cast a glow on the walls.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!