Betty POV
"Your name is Betty."
The woman sitting on the edge of my mattress says it like it should mean something. It does not. I blink, staring at her fingers. They are glowing a bright, aggressive neon blue.
"Who are you?" I snap, pulling my knees back. "Get your hands away from me."
She does not move. Her fingers press hard against my forehead. A cold shock of current zips through my skull, making my teeth click together.
"My name is Novalee," she says. She is smiling, but her eyes are completely flat. "I am just checking your vitals. You are physically stable. But you need to tell me exactly what you see when you look inside your head."
I try to pull back further, but the wall is solid behind my spine. My fingers knot into the rough cotton sheets.
"Darkness," I say. My throat f
