Crystal's POV
"Crystal", I hear Brenda's tone of worry and concern as she taps me, making me turn to the other side of the bed, and force my eyes open. I see her concerned countenance and shut my eyes again, wincing at the pain in the eyes and the throbbing of my head. I haul the comforter away and try to stand up.
"Thank Goodness, I thought you were dead", she helps me up and sits back. I roll my eyes at her playfully while resting my head on the wall.
"I'm not going to die anytime soon", I say confidently, even though this is something that scares me. My eyes are heavy and hurting me as the memories of what happened last night dawn on me, about Bryce and Jackson. I gasp softly when I remember he slept beside me on the bed and dart my eyes around the room in search of my mask.
