“Ellie!”
I blink and look around. The ground under me is a green-ish black colour, the air around me swirling with green and dark grey.
“Ellie! I know you can hear me!”
Who’s calling me?
I don’t know, and I’m not taking any chances.
The sponge-y moss envelops my hand and caresses my fingers as I lower myself down onto it. Under my weight, it dips like a hammock.
I think I could stay here for a while.
The person continues to call my name, but I tune them out.
I don’t have to leave. I don’t want to leave.
This place is quiet. I don’t need to think. I’m not in pain anymore. Breathing comes easy.
I think I’ll stay here forever.
“There you are!”
A vague shape stands over me. Masculine? Probably. “Come on, we need to go.”
I roll to the side just as he’s about to grab ho
