Prologue|page 1
Black boots being dragged through cold dirt. Screams muffled by blood covered hands and the trees. Glasses gone and darkness everywhere.
Your going to be alright.
There was laughter above her. The touch of wood slamming against her back, and the sound of her oxygen being nailed away.
Your not going to die.
Silence filled the air above, only her muted thrashing and kicking coming from the casket.
Am I going to die? Like the rest of them?
Her thoughts never got to run wild, because the next thing she knew, she was free. Barely breathing and her surroundings only a splash of smeared dark colors. A warmth emanating from hands trying to hold her. A breath that smelled of whiskey and Mint.
She was met with stormy, sea moss colored eyes before everything went black. A soft whisper playing into her thoughts
as she went unconscious.
"I'm screwed, darling."
