A vision of the light flickering from Brett’s eyes reminds me of what I’ve become.
Is that what’s happening to me? Did Hunter grow boredand decide to torture me?
“On your fucking knees!”a voice screams.
“She needs help!”
“On-your—knees!”
“She’s been shot!”
Who’s been shot?
Is it me?
“Is that so? Or are you just showing off your dirty work?”
“It was Caspian! He fucking shot her.”
He’s right…Caspian shot me. He was up in a window, looking down at us.
I’m dying.
All at once, I grow tired. Exhausted. I need sleep.
But mom will think I’m lazy.
No. She won’t think that. Because she’s dead.
Despite my exhaustion and confusion, a cold understanding grips me.
The dead rose.
My mother died.
And Brett betrayed me.
That’s the story of my life.
I’m dying. I know that now. I’m not sure how long it’s been going on for, or if the things I’m hearing are hallucinations.
All I know is that it’s coming faster now. And I’m so damn cold.
There’s no stopping my fate, so I need to remember something good. Something warm.
Hunter.
The only man who’s ever come through for me.
He never loved me. He simply wasn’t capable of that. But he took care of me and he gave me something I thought I so desperately needed.
It’s him I’ll cling to during my dark time.
Where is he?
My body shakes violently.
“…she’s going into shock…”
