Tangled

Chapter 166

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166 Lisa: Fevers and Dreams

LISA

How long has it been?

A few days?

Weeks?

The sun should keep me oriented, but a fever gets me the first night I'm there.

The girl, Marisol, comes by every so often. Always with food. A few times with bowls filled with some noxious liquid that has my nostrils trying to close, avoiding the smell coming from within. She's expressionless as she shoves it down my throat, and I'm too weak to fight her off.

It's medicine, I think.

I think that because I slowly get better after the third bowl,

In between moments of lucidity, I dream.

Normal life. Home. Mom and Dad.

Working with Ava at Beaniverse.

Flirting with that cute guy who accidentally wandered into our professor's Eng Lit class instead of some sort of philosophy class

two doors down.

Cozy, happy dreams, of a place far from here..

An escape from the reality that chains me.

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At some point the dreams turn from happy comfort to something uneasy and dark.

Sunshine warms my face as Ava and I relax at our favorite cafe,

sipping lattes and chatting. For a moment, the world feels right again, like I'm back where I belong

But then the shadows come

edges of my vision, dark tendrils snaking across the ground. I try to warn

behind her.

her, dragging her away as she kicks and struggles. I lunge for her, but

plane, Ava beside me. She's gripping the armrests, making a joke about the turbulence. I reach for her hand to comfort her, but the plane lurches, throwing us forward. Oxygen Ava's screaming. I'm screaming. The

Impact.

screeches and rends. Flames erupt. Pain sears. Ava's hand. slips from

last. Ava, drowning in a sea of blood. Ava, burning

55000

monsters. And always, I'm helpless to save her, forced

watch as she suffers.

I can't escape. I can't wake up. The horrors play out again and again,

mercifully, I

weak. Marisol kneels beside me. holding a bowl of that

the bitter liquid hits my tongue, but I force

torment.

a curious intensity. "How often has the

question. "Just once," I rasp

for a single feeding."

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flashes across her face as she mutters, "He must favor y greatly, for a

to that. The idea that this monster might favor me fills me with nothing but a

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wrists, my ankles. It's only when she peers down at my shoulder that I realize what she's

my voice rough from disuse and screaming.

she repeats, as if tasting

his fangs sinking, the agonizing pain, and the sickening rush of

return.

hard, trying to push the sensation

strange girl settles back on her heels, crossing her arms and resting her check on them as she stares at me. There's something wistful in her expression, a longing that I

Lisa Fevers and

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