"I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. How do I know?," I respond denying the truth.
Truly, my mind, Callysta, a savior to my demise but an enemy to my thoughts, she is.
"They're coming for you-
"No! No! They're not. I'm safe. Van, he...he is here. I can feel him. I can sense him. I can smell his blood scent near. He's just near. He's not near."
"What if he brought you here? What if he surrendered you to the humans, his race? What if-
"STOP! CALLYSTA, PLEASE STOP!" I covered my ears as if it would let me unhear the thoughts that was gushing out like a blood in a fresh wound. I don't want to hear. I don't want to hear. I already thought of that possibility but I don't want to believe it until I see him in front of my eyes.
I don't want to hear my thoughts betraying me!
