Page 447 of The Luna Duet

This was hell.

And I couldn’t survive it.

I didn’t want to survive it.

I was poisoned.

Infected.

Diseased.

I was dying.

My bones were rotten.

My blood just ash.

I had nothing left.

Nothing.

My screaming stopped.

My tripping heart seized.

I lay blinking on the bed, gasping for air that wouldn’t come, blinded by lights, crushed beneath the weight of agony.

Down and down, it pushed me.

Tearing me apart.

Shoving me into the crust of the earth.

Gagging me, choking me.

My body rejected life.

My ribcage flew up as I clawed at my throat as devil’s nails wrapped tight.

I can’t breathe—

I don’t want to breathe.

So why did I fight?

My heart split down the middle.

My skull cracked with pain.

I screamed.

My mother cried and my father yelled and the sharpest prick of a needle stabbed my arm.

The sigh of relief from those around me acted like a blanket as the icy, sickly drug blazed through the mania in my veins.

I went limp.

Lost.

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