Tangled

Chapter 112

112 Ava: Waking Up

Darkness.

Light.

So cold.

It burns.

My lungs ache.

Something’s holding me down.

There are whispers. Prayers, I think.

Chaos reigns in this hazy world. Something beeps. incessantly.

I’m sweating. My hands are too warm.

1. up.

What’s that?

… Ava, you…

Who’s that?

can you hear me?

I struggle to reach the voice that calls me,

but

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something sucks me away again.

Frustration simmers, but I’m too tired to fight it.

Ava, you have to wake up.

There it is again.

I know you can hear me, because I can finally hear you.

Hear me? Hear me what? Am I talking?

Yes.

No, I don’t think I’m talking. I’m too tired. My body is crushed beneath the earth. Fire ate every last bit of me. I drowned. The air was sucked away.

You’re alive. You’re asleep in the hospital. You’re just fine. You just need to wake up.

No, no.

No, no, no.

Waking is pain.

remember the pain.

Just

1. me.

No way.

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peaceful here, in this

have to come back. This is

should be.

me? But I’m here, in this serenity of darkness. I feel pain, but it doesn’t kill me. It isn’t enough to kill me.

Ava. You’re

Alive.

Alive means death-

enough. Wake up. Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

***

scraping against my lids. Everything is blurry, shapes indistinct.

Ava.

warm honey in my

speak but my throat is

presses into my palm.

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hand. I turn my head slowly, painfully. She’s there,

colors her tone.

heavy and thick. “What happened?” The

She nuzzles into my arm. I want to protest but exhaustion drags

name, but I’m

***

returns gradually. The steady beep of a heart

against my skin. An IV pinches the back of

I force them open. The ceiling swims into focus–white tiles, fluorescent lights. A hospital. Selene is curled up beside me, a comforting

relief washes

me questions, one talking over

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I rasp,

disuse.

softly. We were so

worried.

Lucas asks, way too close

feeling?” Lisa pipes

weeks. The news hits me like a punch to the gut. I struggle to sit up, my muscles weak

mine, and both Lisa and Lucas rest their hands on my back to lead me up

process that leaves me exhausted.

I take stock. My

my hand, connected to an IV pole with a few bags hanging off it. One of the

pooled around my waist. My

as I waver,

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through a lot.

mind back, trying to piece together how I ended up here. Training with Jericho and Lisa. Collapsing on the couch. Then… nothing. A yawning

to

skin. Warmth flows between us, a feeling of comfort, and the urge to press my cheek into his hand,

your wolf is trying

But now, with all the strangeness surrounding my heritage, the idea fills me with trepidation. I flick a glance toward my wolf, disguised as a husky for a reason she has yet to explain, and her ears flick as she licks my face, settling into my lap

way too big

my unease. This is

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about my life has been natural. Is Vanessa right?

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