‘The day of Jax’s death’
Jax’s Pov
I can hear her soft voice, she sounds upset. Adyson. My eyes flutter open but the blinding light forces them closed again. I squint and try to open them slowly to see where I am. There is a nice warm breeze blowing around me, there is no sound other than Adyson’s voice.
“He’s cold,” I hear her say, panic is evident in her voice. “He needs a blanket.” I don’t understand what is happening.
“No! No, you’ll hurt him! Stop! Please stop!” She begins to shout and I sit up to try and help her. I force my eyes to open and look around. I am completely alone and everything is white. “Please! Don’t!” I hear Adyson’s shouts fading away before it all goes silent.
I stand from the floor and dust myself off. My hands run over hot sticky red, blood. Why am I cov
