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.

had really heard them to begin with. Maybe I was dreaming; somehow, I must’ve fallen asleep despite the bright fluorescent lights beaming

started again. And it wasn’t just a voice

disheveled. Her skin was bloody and bruised, and there was dirt under her fingernails. Her eyes had a

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

not dead,” I whispered, shaking my head. She couldn’t be dead. Surely Jessica was home right now with Lori,

out her cold, dead hand. It smelled like dirt and congealed blood. “All you ever cared about was yourself. You should die, too.

pulled my head away and scrunched my eyes shut, repeating my mantra in my

isn’t real… This

stood Lori, James, and Matt. They all reached their dirty hands for my throat. I tried to scream, but nothing

of the bed, however, stood my mother and my brother. My mother was holding a baby wrapped in the strangely patterned blanket from the photograph. She was bouncing it and shushing

screamed as she began to shake the baby

went to open my mouth to tell her 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

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

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

real…

of

looked around and let out a sigh of relief

you, you

my eyes wide, to see him standing at the foot of my bed. 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