My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

My Hockey Alpha Chapter 98

Hypnotherapy

Nina

Minutes passed, then hours. Soon, it could’ve even been days; I had no way of knowing how long I was down there. As time ticked on, the bright fluorescent lights in my cell never faded, making me lose all sense of time. I felt myself beginning to lose my grip on reality.

I couldn’t cry or scream anymore. Not only did my tears dry up and my throat became too sore to make another sound, but also I began to realize that it was useless. No one was coming for me. Maybe Edward was right; maybe none of the people who I had come to know over the past four years were even real. Maybe it was all just a figment of my imagination…

If they were real, wouldn’t they have come to save me by now?

After an indistinguishable amount of time passed, the voices began. They were soft at first, barely even whispers.

“Nina…”

A voice called my name. I ignored it at first, but it grew stronger over time.

“Nina.”

I shook my head. “It’s not real,” I whispered to myself, my throat so raw and sore from screaming that the words hardly came out. “It’s not real…”

“Nina!!”

I jumped. I knew that voice: it was Jessica. She sounded scared, like she was screaming for help. “Jessica?” I called out, but there was no answer.

time. I eventually began to think that I never had really heard them to begin with.

they started again. And it wasn’t just a voice

in front of my bed, clear as day. Her clothes and hair were disheveled. Her skin was bloody and bruised, and there was dirt under her fingernails. Her eyes had a whitish color to

died,” she said. “It’s your fault that all

even swallow. “You’re not dead,” I whispered, shaking my head. She couldn’t be dead. Surely Jessica was home right now with Lori, if they were

reached out her cold, dead hand. It smelled like dirt and congealed blood. “All

scrunched my eyes shut, repeating my mantra in my

real… This isn’t

to scream, but nothing came out — so I turned my head in the other direction and waited for them to strangle me, because that was all I could

holding a baby wrapped in the strangely patterned blanket from the photograph.

she began to

stop, that she was going to kill it, but only the same snarls came out of my mouth. Then, to my horror, she lifted the baby over her head

as his body withered into nothing. His flesh melted off of his bones, leaving only

skeleton stared at me. It opened its jaws to speak, but only worms came

shut my eyes again, wishing I could cover my ears as the wails of my loved ones filled my

real… This

all of

out a sigh of relief to see that I was alone once

you, you

He looked exactly the same as when I last saw him, when we retrieved Justin’s file from Edward’s house. He was even wearing the same all-black clothing. His curly brown hair was still ruffled from running through the streets as we sprinted away. If I lifted my head more, I could even smell him: smoke and leather. He had smelled like that when I laid my head on his back during our midnight