Jenna
Light penetrates behind my closed eyes, and life penetrates my body. The alinement of bones forces a scream and a howl from my lips. I feel like I’m floating, yet I’m being forced back into place simultaneously.
Agony fills my body with no reprieve. I twist and shake with an effort to pull away from the hands holding me down.
“It’s okay, Jenna.” A soothing hand strokes my hair back from my forehead. “Everything is okay, baby.”
My body jolts in protest.
“Let me go!” I scream at the top of my lungs. I don’t know if my eyes are open or closed, but I can’t see anything. “Let me go!” I scream again.
Suddenly, I feel light. The pain is gone, and I can breathe easily.
Many voices suddenly fill my ears as though the world were coming back to me. I can feel the cold air on my skin, the
