Raelynn
Everything blurs.
The screaming around the bonfire becomes a distant hum, faces melting into orange shadows that flicker and dance like demons coming for my soul. My knees hit the sand, but I can't feel the impact. All I can see is Gray's bloodied face burned into my eyes, those words on the wall echoing in my mind like a death sentence.
'IT'S YOUR FAULT, SARAH.'
"Holy s**t," Brandon breathes, snatching his phone back and immediately speed-dialing. "f**k, Mr. Hale, you need to get down here right now!"
He's pacing around like he's trying not to lose it completely. Isabella's still spaced out, eyes wide, mouth open.
Students are gathering around us, their voices filled with panic and confusion. Some people are whispering. Someone is shouting questions I can't process. The worl
