My body felt so warm. So light. It felt as if I were lying on the softest of beds, wrapped in a heated blanket. I didn’t want to move as to not disturb this feeling. It was indescribably comforting. Moments ago, I was in excruciating pain. My lungs felt as if they had been lit on fire. My leg and side where the bullets entered my body throbbed and I had welcomed death over the pain.
‘Brielle sweetheart....it’s not your time. You have to wake up,’ a soft, melodic whisper swirled around me in the darkness.
‘I don’t want to,’ I groaned. This feeling was so welcoming and whomever this was, just wanted it for themselves, "Go away".
‘Brielle. You have to fight it. Please, for your sister,’ the voice, whispered more frantically this time.
‘How do you know Bailey?’ I asked, trying to op
