Isla
I don’t know how long I stayed there.
I couldn’t move.
My mind and body were disconnected.
I felt like I was underwater, drowning, and I couldn’t pull myself out, not that I wanted to. My heartbeat rang in my ears, but everything else was muffled. Adrastea let out broken howls. I would have asked her to stop, but they were comforting in a way. It wasn’t just me that was alone in this unyielding pain.
The scenes I just saw kept repeating themselves over and over, like my own personal horror film. I tried to make sense of it, but it wasn’t clicking. The Jackson I thought I knew and the Jackson I had just seen with her were two different people. I couldn’t imagine them as one. I tried to sift through our conversations in the past, seeing if there was any indication that he was lying
