Chapter 16: Section D’s Deadly Morning Trauma.
Elara’s POV
I woke up by dying.
Not literally...but emotionally? Spiritually? Spinally? Yes.
Because my useless excuse of a mattress betrayed me mid-dream, and the next thing I knew, I was airborne, tumbling off the edge and landing face-first on the cold stone floor with the grace of a wounded squirrel.
“OW...oof...AGH, DAMN YOU, BED!” I yelped, clutching my cheek as I rolled like a dropped pancake. “Why me? It’s too early for this kind of suffering!”
Myra, fully awake and completely unsympathetic, giggled in my head. “That was the most pathetic fall I’ve ever witnessed. You squeaked like a wet kitten.”
“I hit my soul, Myra,” I whined, flopping flat on the floor like my life had ended there. “I think my spine exploded. This is it. Tel
