CARISSA'S POV
My heart slams against my ribcage as I rush into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. My legs feel like jelly, and I barely make it to the floor before they give out completely.
For a moment, I sit there, clutching my chest. My breaths come in short, shallow gasps. The ride—no, that nightmare—flashes through my mind. Each image I remember is more terrifying than the last. The roar of the engine, the screech of tires, the sharp turns that felt like they'd throw me straight into the darkness
My stomach twists violently.
I barely make it to the bucket in the corner before everything comes up. The retching is violent, leaving me trembling and weak. Tears sting my eyes, but I squeeze them shut, forcing them back.
No, Carissa. Don't cry. You don't cry. Not over this.
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