Fifteen
There’s nothing but pain and darkness. Even thinking hurts.
I stretch out my hands, but nothing happens. I move… no, I don’t. I can’t move. Are my eyes closed or is it dark? I can’t touch my eyelids to find out. I can’t blink. I can’t do anything.
I want to scream but no sound comes out.
Trapped.
Fear grips me tightly, squeezing my chest, adding to the pain already coursing through my body.
What’s happening?
Trapped.
Help! I shout in my mind.
Silence.
My panic increases. I can’t move, I can’t see, I can’t speak. I’m alone.
HELP! I shout inside my head again, hoping that someone will hear. Where is Alis?
Shut up, a deep voice suddenly says. It sounds familiar, but with all the pain clouding my thoughts, it takes me a moment to remember.
Arcas.
Alis’s son who turned out
