Amelia
“I got you Ami, I got you.”
Blearily I blinked back the fog, shivering . How was it possible to feel so cold but hot at the same time. I moved my arm, meaning to wipe away the sweat that beaded my head and it was like moving it through mud.
Why wouldn’t my arm work right?
“Ami.” A warm hand brushed my hair back where it had stuck to my head in wet tendrils. And a shrill scream left my lips as I tried to bat the hand away.
Why wouldn’t my body do as I told it.
“Ami it’s me, it’s Wren.”
Agony ripped through me as he moved my body , the toughness of a blanket against my hyper sensitive skin as he coveted my nudity was agony. Every cell screamed and it was a scream that fell from my mouth.
It sounded weird to my ears.
Hysterical, like a wild animal. I sounded like a banshee
