Page 62 of Ashes

Mama. . . please. . .

Pain. So much pain.

I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t fucking scream!

Please, Mama. Help me. Help me!

I was being torn in two.

The ring of fire burned my center as the silent scream lodged in my throat.

Mania.

Tears.

Was I crying?

I hurt so much. Mama, please help me.

Sirena. . .

Do I know you, angel?

I love you.

I fucking love you.

Darkness.

Cold.

Thank fuck.

SIN

“What’s going on?” Ashes demanded as we walked next to Church.

“I called the wards to see what time we needed to be there to pick Stitches up. They said he’s not being released.” Church’s face was a hard mask as we stormed across the campus.

Ashes had made it perfectly clear the night before we were on a mission to find out who had helped Asylum get Sirena into the coffin.

My fucking days were numbered if she spoke or if Asylum ratted me out.

Fear didn’t adequately explain the feelings I had. Dante and the guys were my best friends. My family. They were everything to me. Losing them was unacceptable. I just couldn’t.

Vomit threatened my throat as we continued forward. My heart pounded hard.

Stitches was a prisoner to the fucking wards. To the facility. To Sully.

It made everything a million times worse.

My guilt soared.

If I hadn’t fucked up, none of this would be happening right now.

“What do you mean they aren’t releasing him?” Ashes demanded.

“Exactly what I said. They said he’s being held.”

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