CHAPTER 8
Darkness.
Dark and damp and slightly cold.
I shifted, my limbs heavy and my eyelids even heavier. My blankets pressed down, trapping me in my bed, and I didn’t have the energy to shove them aside.
For a split second I wondered why I was so fog-headed. And then I remembered. Bloody Marys.
And Stephen.
Stephen!
My eyes flew open as my muscles jerked back to life, trying, trying but failing to pull me upright.
The darkness was still there, and so was the damp. And even though my eyes were wide open, I couldn’t see anything.
I opened my mouth and tasted the gritty, bitter earth.
I screamed, but the sound had nowhere to go.
And then, I think, I passed out.