Bella
I didn’t feel dead. I felt like I had woken up from a really long, really uncomfortable sleep. My whole body ached. My back hurt. Surely if I was dead I wouldn’t hurt so bad. I hadn’t been in pain when I had been the wind . I had been free of it al.
It kind of sucked that I was back with my body. But it also meant I wasn’t dead. And I was kind of glad about that. I was Eighteen I didn’t want to die. I had too much living to do.
Stretching , my back cracked .
“You’re ok?”
I turned sharply. A boy was sat by the window. Blonde hair, square jawline. The boy I had been talking to at the party. Rhyder.
The same boy who had grabbed me from the boot of a car, pressing me against his naked chest.
It all came rushing back to me.
I had been jumped , thrown bodily into a car and dri
