Chapter 55

Cassia’s p.o.v

Most people say that when unconscious you can hear the voices of your loved ones talking to you. You can hear their words, their constant assurance that you would be fine and everything.

But not me. It was dark. With nothing to look forward to. The voices I heard where mine, bouncing back at me as I shouted for help from the dark endless pit I had found myself.

I heard weeping so