When Vanessa opened her eyes, she was lying at the bottom of the swimming pool.
She stared at the patch of night sky that was rippled and bent, only illuminated by the fiber optic lights around the pool's perimeter. Panic rose in her throat as a whiteout of bubbles spilled out of her mouth in a cry of surprise.
Her limbs were as heavy as slabs of cement. Vanessa couldn't move. She could only lie there, immobile, and wait for her death. She couldn't even reach for the hairpin that was always in her hair. If she died a natural death, then she would truly die and not be reborn.
Black spots covered her field of vision as Vanessa tried hard not to breathe. She struggled to move even one of her fingers, but they didn't even twitch. Who drugged her? Was it Beth?
It could only be her. She was
