[forewarning: there is a mention of death, suicide, and dark images in this chapter. If you are heavily triggered by any of this, please proceed with caution.]
Chapter Fifty Nine
The version of reality that she was in.
Third Person’s Point of View
Mint had woke up with a throbbing pain in her head.
Understandably, she had groaned and moved around. Her hand had moved to her temple and planned on massaging it but it had done nothing but double the pain. She wanted to scream, but it feels like something was pulling her capacity to do so. There was a wince in her direction as her breathing felt ragged.
“Leighton… urgh... pain... ful... mngh-” she could not help but call in a moment of desperation, groaning as another pierce through her head felt nothing but dangerous.
Mint could
