AVA
"Ava?"
The weather is supposed to be warm, but I was shivering from a frigid feeling inside of me. What is only scorching is my chest and the chafing sensation holding back my voice in my throat.
"Hey." I forced out into the receiver, my voice is hoarse from crying.
"Are you okay?" Christian concernedly questioned, sounding solicitous and disquiet. He must have heard the despair in my voice. Then I briefly marvel at what his reaction could be if he could see me in only a t-shirt and pantie and blood sticking to my hair, staining some part of my face.
It's crazy how in just a few moments, everything changes. I am now the absolute portrayal of the sole survivor in a horror movie, only I didn't survive and I am dying slowly. How couldn't I fight him? How did I end up a damsel in d
