Elvira
I blinked my eye open, to see a very dark view. The darkness that came with the lack of natural light.
I blinked into it, once, twice. Still nothing. Just the sound of my shallow breaths and the soft thud of my heartbeat.
“Jaxon?” My voice cracked, weak and unsure.
No response.
I sat up, or tried to. My head swam, the floor beneath me cold and flat. I reached out, hoping to feel a wall, a thread of something tangible. But all I got was air. Emptiness….
I stood, wobbling slightly. My knees buckled, but I steadied myself.
“Brielle?” I called, louder now. “Is anyone there?”
Still nothing.
A pain exploded behind my eyes. I stumbled forward, clutching my temples as images burst behind my eyelids.
Jaxon. Smiling, but his eyes… were wrong. His voice, distorted. Was it even him?
