Wren
Opal.
I was screaming her name in my head but it was strange because I couldn’t hear myself. I couldn’t hear or see anything. It was all black.
I was in a prison of my own mind. A last defence against the poisonous soul that he taken up root in my body.
As long a I kept myself locked up , he would not be able to take complete control. He would not be able to hurt anyone I loved and cared about.
He would not be able to hurt Opal.
Someone was though. I could sense it. Even if I couldn’t hear it I could feel her screaming. It seemed to vibrate the walls of my make shift prison.
Someone was hurting my love. And again I wasn’t there to protect her. I was never there when she needed me.
My eyes flew open. And for a nanosecond I stared at the ceiling trying to get my bearings.
