Chapter 68

"Megan! Megan, wake up!" Rough hands assaulted me, shaking my body and trying to jolt me awake. I moaned, still lost in the darkness and with no desire to search for the light. I was treading water, wading in the deep and feeling the blessed relief of weightlessness as I drifted further and further away. I wasn't alone. Faces peered out at me from the gloom, some twisted with pain, others with eyes full of fear, calling out to me and hands outstretched and grasping as if I possessed something that they all wanted. I shrugged them off easily and stared at them as I passed, confused as to why I wasn't afraid and why I did not feel the same agony in death as they clearly did. I remained wrapped in the black inky shroud of the underworld and it felt so good that I could not bear the thought of leaving this place. Regaining consciousness would hurt. I knew it. And not just the physical pain where he had hit me but also the agony of remembering him which I knew would burn like being thrust i