Chapter 110

The next time my eyes shot open, I thought I was dead. I remembered dying. I remembered that feeling of the life being pulled from me, my last breath being harshly torn from my lungs. Josh's voice... his voice fading into the wind as I fell down into darkness. But when I woke, I immediately noticed the familiar scent engulfing me in warmth and comfort. I glanced around and sat up, the blood rushing down and blurring my vision. I closed my eyes briefly and let my vision swim back to normal. When I opened my eyes again, I found I was back in Josh's room, underneath his comforter. The door was closed, and everything was silent. Everything came rushing back to me and I pulled up my shirt to find... nothing. There was no scar. Nothing. My hip and side looked unharmed, perfect almost. I frowned at it and let my shirt fall back into place. Only it wasn't my shirt. It wasn't the shirt I had been shot in. Fear and an ache flashed through my stomach. He had changed me? I... I didn't