Isla
Jackson’s voice on the other side of the door sounded real, or maybe it wasn’t. Everything felt dreamlike, well, more like a waking nightmare. As much as I wanted to go to him, wanted him to comfort me, I knew that he couldn’t. I would have to talk to him eventually, but I wasn’t sure when that would be. I couldn’t face anyone right now.
I drifted off back to unconsciousness, falling into a dreamless sleep.
When I woke back up, the room was dark. I tried to close my eyes again, but sleep wouldn’t take me.
I sighed and slowly uncurled myself. My limbs were stiff, and protested against the sudden movement they hadn’t had in a day. I tried to shake out my muscles lying on the bed staring at the dark ceiling, not wanting to get up or do anything.
Adrastea, what do we do now?
I don’t
