Chapter
Seventeen
Addie paced the hallway, frantically running from her
phantom attacker. Her nightmare had become a reality. Every time she closed her
eyes, the crisp edge of a knife waved back and forth in front of her face and
then slashed at her. She could feel the blade shoved between her ribs to the
hilt. Every time she grabbed it, he pulled it through her hands—slicing them
open. Addie would stare down at her hands, blood dripping onto the floor.
She doubled over and grabbed at the pain. Pulling her hand
away, she expected to see blood gushing from her stomach, but just like the
first time, it never happened.
Nothing.
She brushed the sweat from her forehead with trembling
fingers and dabbed at the tears that never seemed to stop. Would she ever be
able to pull herself
