Scarlett’s pov
I groined when my eyes were fluttering, it was dark and I was tired, was I dead? Was this it, the afterlife for someone that killed people? probably….
My head was pounding, and I got up realising I was on a bed and there was a needle in my arm, a machine by my side and wires connected to me everywhere…... f**k! Did they save me and the f*****g tower?!
I blinked a few times trying to realise where the hell I was and how I would get out of here when I realised that I wasn’t in a hospital, they didn’t look like this, no this was a jailcell with a bed and medical equipment, it wasn’t the first time I had been in one.
“Hello? My voice was raw and raspy, I didn’t even know how many days had passed since I lit the tower on fire… s**t… maybe I was dead after all. it was a fitti
