-Octavia-
“Octavia, run!”
“Please, Dad! Come with us!”
“No, you need to go! Now!”
“Dad!”
“It’s over, old man. I’ve come to take back what is mine!” A voice rings out just before the sound of a gunshot echoes through the woods, and my father collapses to the ground. He isn’t moving as the young man stands over him, a sinister smile on his face.
I felt a slight twitch in my body before I was pulled from the darkness. My eyes fluttered open. Where was I? I looked around, feeling confused. The room was dim, illuminated only by a sliver of light coming through a crack in the door. I attempted to move, but a sharp pain shot through my chest, making me groan as I fell back against the bed. What was happening?
I looked down at myself and adjusted the hospital gown. A large white bandage cov
