Krystal’s POV
The bracelet glowed in the poorly lit room as Colt carefully removed the bracelet off Cecilias limp wrist. He turned the small flash drive in his palm and narrowed his eyes as he noticed the writing.
"In case Krystal survives."
It was cold. Like she or someone out there expected I wouldn't survive. My fingers tightened on the first flash drive that she had offered to me. The room seemed suddenly to be too stuffy. It felt like it was pressing down my lungs restricting my right to breathe.
Colt again felt her pulse. ”She is breathing, yes, but hardly. An ambulance has to be arranged." He muttered.
I got out of my trance, picking up my phone. I shook like a leaf as I failed the emergency number. When the dispatcher asked what happened, I fumbled to explain: “Suicide attempt
