***Kayla's POV***
She was hugging her knees at her chest, hard.
Her eyes were red and full to the brim with tears.
A small wimp and the cliché continues.
An uncomfortable feeling was making its way to my heart.
"Cassandra?"
My voice was so quiet.
She shifted a little.
Then a little more.
Until her eyes were locked on me.
It looked like she was quietly trying to figure out if this was real or not.
"Cassandra, is it really you?"
She looked up as if to say she recognized me, but as soon as I saw her face fully, I didn't recognize her anymore.
She looked younger.
Much, MUCH younger.
Like, my age, younger.
But she looked so sad.
Empty inside.
"Kayla... Is that you?"
"Cassandra, what happened to you?"
"Great, Yah, you couldn't even find the right psychological tortu
