Vivian’s Subconscious
“Where am I?!”
Her scream was hoarse, frantic, blood-laced. Her breath ripped out of her lungs as she ran, barefoot, half-naked, drenched in cold sweat through a dark corridor of memory.
“Hello!!! Can anyone here me”
“Someone? Anyone?”
Then she heard it. She heard footsteps but she couldn’t exactly point out wheee it was coming from cause everything and everywhere was dark. It came closer and closer then.
She turned. Her breath didn’t just catch, it vanished. Like he’d sucked the oxygen right out of the room.
He stepped out of the shadows like a hallucination sculpted from obsession.
Christopher. The same man her mind doesn’t remember but her body does.
But not the one she’d been shown in fading photographs by her mum. Not the buttoned-up doctor her mot
