Voices cut through the fog that clouds my head. “Do you realize what she could do to you if you had killed him!” I hear some murmuring in answer, but can’t make out any words. My mouth is dry and my throat is burning. My eyes refuse to open though. They feel so heavy. “Keep that in mind, especially since she doesn’t know how to control them yet.” More murmuring. When Michael speaks again, his voice is softer and I can barely hear him. The darkness of sleep threatens to pull me under again and I struggle to stay awake. “She loves him.” I lose the battle and fall into the abyss. -------------------- My eyes still refuse to open and my body feels heavy. Like I'm drugged. When I try to move, I feel something shift beside me. “I think he’s waking up. Let’s hope he’s okay for your sake.

