CHRISTIANA'S POV
"Peter!" I yelled, my eyes blinking open.
"Christian!" someone shouted. I felt a hand on my shoulder, a loud noise in the corner, and the shuffling of feet. Everything around me was plain white; I couldn't see through so much brightness.
Then suddenly, the voices in my head got too loud. I slumped back on the bed, my eyes shut. Out of the myriad of confusion in my head, the only thing that seemed to be constant was a man, his face bloody and eyes indignant even in the face of death.
Peter... The only father I knew. How was I supposed to survive now? Even the image in my head seemed to fade away.
I thought I had drifted back to my unconscious phase when everything seemed to clear around me.
"Christina, Christina..." I heard Becca's voice next to me as her gentle hands
