![]() ![]() How could Alex do this to me? Yes, I knew what the circumstances were, and I knew what I was-a girl who had gotten stuck harboring a world-saving star’s energy inside her. The ache hurt so bad that I thought my heart was going to actually stop beating. The only problem with my “I was dead theory” was that if I was dead, then why could I feel pain blazing in my leg-the exact leg Stephan had stabbed me in? Was feeling pain possible after you died? But if I wasn’t dead, and instead my memory had been erased, along with my emotions, then why did my heart ache from Alex’s betrayal? But how could I tell for sure if I’d died, or if I was still thriving? I mean was there really a difference between death and losing every ounce of who you are? That the memoria extracto-or whatever the heck that memory removing rock Stephan had used on me was called-had taken my life, instead of wiping away my mind. Time felt nonexistent.Īfter awhile, I started to convince myself that I must be dead. I might have been here for years, month, days, or even just a few seconds. ![]() Where this dark place was, or how long I’d been here, I didn’t know. No, this darkness was heavy and thick, and it wove into my body making my skin damp, and my limbs heavy. I wasn’t sure of anything.īlackness swallowed me whole, and not the kind of blackness that comes from being in a dark room. Perhaps alive in the sense that I was still breathing, but was I even breathing? I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure whether I was dead or alive. ![]()
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