There is so much darkness surrounding me. Endless black.
I don’t know where I am, but everything hurts. My body feels like it’s been put through a blender. My legs feel like jelly and it’s hard to move.
“Hello?”
Silence. It’s deafening. The kind of silence that creates a tiny ringing in your ears. Between that and the darkness, this feels like torture.
It smells damp and musty with a hint of death. Kind of like the dungeons back home.
Home. Why am I not home?
A pain in my chest reminds me that my home isn’t a place any longer, but a person.
Brody.
He’s gone and it’s all my fault. Oliver may hate him, but in the end, everyone I love gets hurt. I’m like medusa with her touch that turns those she comes in contact with to stone. Except for me, it’s death.
I force myself
