#Chapter 153: Fighting For Sleep

[Evelyn’s POV] If I had known that I was going to be fighting for my sanity every time I felt myself drifting off, I would have never agreed to another sedative. I hadn’t thought much of it when Ian had rattled off some of the side effects of the medication as he packed up his equipment. “If you feel yourself becoming a bit drowsy, don’t worry. Honestly, sleep is the best thing for you,” he claimed. Perhaps, that was all well and good. Only sleep wasn’t possible. Each and every time I found myself beginning to fall into the clutches of my exhaustion, I was greeted with clips and broken memories of my time in that circular room. Isabella’s ugly scowl and Fiona’s nasty sneer. The flash of the blade and ongoing jab of fists and hands. The horrible, never-ending cackling of her own pain and misfortune. It felt as though I was being tormented all over again—like I had entered a new hellish cycle. What was I supposed to do? I was desperate for sleep but had no way of a