Prologue
White.
Just white. Only white. Why was everything so bright? It hurt my eyes. Actually, not just my eyes, everything was painful. Why was I in agony?
More white. And pain. Searing hot pain, all over me. It coursed through my veins, it ripped through my muscles. It hurt. Excruciatingly, unbearable. I wanted it to stop. Why wouldn't it stop?
White.
Stop.
I wanted it to stop. I needed it to stop.
Breathe. But I had no breath left. Where was I? Was I dying?
No, that couldn't be right. I was alive a moment ago, I was with Ashleigh. Aspen. I was with my family. I couldn't be dying... Right?
Maybe I wasn’t alive anymore, but shouldn’t death be painless? So why was I still hurting? Why couldn't I make it stop?
Help.
I needed someone to help me. Someone. Everyone. Anyone. No, no
