Chapter Four
She was screaming now, begging Summer to breathe… Her sister’s eyes were open, staring, so she must be okay, right? “That’s it, Sum, look at me. Breathe… breathe…”
But Summer wouldn’t take a breath—not ever again. The blood on her neck, the hole in her throat…
Winter screamed and screamed, before hearing the g*n click right behind her. She whirled around to face her sister’s killer, and he pressed the g*n against her body and shot her, the bullets slamming into her belly…
She went down, and he stood over her, firing again and again and again…
“No!” Winter sat up in her bunk, breathing heavily, dragging precious oxygen into her lungs. She spent a few moments catching her breath, calming herself.
Slowly, the sound of music seeped into her brain, the irritating thumpa-thump
