Chapter 113

• The creature's weight pressed down on her, seemingly displeased at the sound she had just emitted. Fear clawed at her insides, tearing it apart to make a home for itself in every single vein and seemed to be the only thing flowing in place of the blood she could no longer feel flowing.
• It was suddenly hard to breathe. This creature -whatever it was - was leaning in, bringing the darkness with itself. As it breaches more and more into her space, the darkness continues to envelop her, with the last bit of energy in her, she struggles, trying to claw at something, anything, in a desperate attempt to find the light, to survive.
• Then, abruptly, she jolts back to reality. Marisol swallowed the thick lump of anxiety that had formed in her throat, her head snapping at her surroundings, only to find herself alone in her bed, sweat-soaked and disoriented, the remnants of what had been a nightmare clinging to her like a ghostly fog.