Ruby
I take a cab.
I glance at the time on my phone.
It's 3.36am.
The night is dark and quiet and cold. The town is dead asleep. No clubs with people partying and dancing the night away. The only things in the mood to dance are the tall trees.
I jump into the backseat and hug myself, clinging tight to my black leather jacket. Shivering from the cold.
The old driver throws me a suspicious glance. He must be wondering why I'm shivering in the backseat but I still keep the window down. The truth is, I can still smell his blood on my skin. On my hands. On my fingers. Inside my nails. I'm still finding it hard to breath. Gasping for air.
River Gray is in hospital. He's in critical condition. He's lost tanks of blood. It's a miracle that he's alive, that's what the doctor said. A surge
