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

at the 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 my feet are rooted. Darkness

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 world outside the windows is a blur of sky and

Impact.

rends. Flames erupt. Pain sears. Ava's

more horrific than the last. Ava, drowning in a sea of

55000

monsters. And always, I'm helpless to

watch as she suffers.

thrash against my chains, but I can't escape. I can't wake up. The horrors play out again and

I

and weak. Marisol kneels beside me. holding

liquid hits my tongue, but I force myself

torment.

has the

her, surprised by the question. "Just once," I rasp

She shakes her head. "The withdrawal shouldn't be this strong, not for a single feeding." There's something in

you

across her face as she mutters, "He must favor y greatly, for a single taste to

idea that this monster might favor me

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tie lase mast but no words coming

weten, my mind dealle

with Mariel's odd behavior.

all I want is to

ere will die

mure endle

doesn't wees to care about

agan her hate prodding at my skin

detach that make me

Her fingers press against my neck, my wrists, my ankles. It's

voice rough from disuse and screaming. "He only bit

hands still, and she looks at me with a strange intensity. "Only once," she repeats, as

sinking, the agonizing pain, and the sickening rush

return.

swallow hard, trying to push the sensation

in her expression, a longing that

Lisa Fevers and

For

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