Amelia POV
I opened my eyes to find I’m standing in the pit. The smell of blood and feces makes my stomach roll. My feet squelched in the wet mud that fills the floor. I look around; the rain beating down hard on me.
“Kezia!”
I gasp, spotting my friend lying down on the ground, her dress soaked and full of dirt. I ran to her, dropping down onto the wet earth beside her. I lower my head so I can hear her heartbeat. It’s slow, her skin is pale, and she feels so cold. I had gone to bed thinking of James and how he was here and of Kezia and hoping she was ok.
“Kezia, open your eyes!” I plead, pushing her wet hair off her face.
As I turn her over, her hand drops to the floor, lifeless.
“Kezia, you are not allowed to die, do you hear me!” I scrėam at her.
Guilt swells inside of me as
