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, not just anyone.
Ashleigh. Where was she? Where was I?
Pain... Coursing through me as if it always belonged here, taking over all of my senses, dominating everything else. Sharp needles in the back of my neck, a crushing weight on my chest. A rainbow of colours flashed in front of my eyes and for a moment, I thought I could see again.
I was wrong.
I needed air.
I wanted it to stop.
I needed it to stop.
Please stop.
Please.
Stop.
White. Just white.
Help. I'm dying.