“For the love of all things stressful, can you stop trying to jump off the ship? You’re being unreasonable, and I might as well beat the stubbornness out of you if you keep acting this way.”
I watch with dazed eyes as Jake carries me back inside the ship, through that cursed all-white hallway that makes me feel like I’ve been admitted to a mental asylum. It doesn’t help that I’m also dressed in a flimsy white gown—the exact kind patients wear in those places.
I wasn’t contemplating suicide or anything. The windowless rooms were just making me sick, and I needed fresh air. So I walked out of the room I’ve been confined in for… days? To my surprise, the door wasn’t locked. Jake wasn’t even guarding it. My legs have healed enough, so I did what I could.
I ran.
I don’t know why, I just… di
