Screams. Blood. The crunching sounds.
Screams. Blood. The crunching sounds.
That same scene repeated over and over again until Ava jolted awake.
There was nothing but the pitch black around her and the shadows receding from her dreams. The sudden movement made her groan and close her eyes as she lay back and curled into a fetal position. Breathing hurt, but she had to take deep breaths to calm herself. As usual these days, her nightmares were accompanied by a panic attack. With her body in so much pain, she felt frozen in place, all her muscles seizing up.
She couldn’t move, she couldn’t breathe...
This was really where she died. In this school, alone, with people who played with her like she was a piece of meat.
She tried all her usual techniques—counting, focusing on drawing
