~Maya~
I worry, my lower lip between my teeth, unsure about how to reveal my scars to Keegan. His words from our conversation keep ringing in my head, and it's hard to forget them. I take a deep breath and try to calm down. Part of me wishes it could forget. Another part of me knows I need to remember.
Unfortunately, I don't get to choose when those memories resurface, yet just the mere thought of him seems to suck my mind back to that place, forcing me to endure it all over again. I'm suddenly no longer standing in the kitchen of my cabin but back in my room at my parent's house.
"He's not real," I whisper again. Praying I am as nuts as everyone claims.
“Keep telling yourself that,” he chuckles sinisterly next to my ear; his breath is hot against my skin.
My entire body shakes. My st
