07-03-2014, 03:25 PM
Through the haze in her mind, Melanie felt herself being carried, although she was vaguely aware of what was going on. Her mind slipped into unconsciousness.
Melanie snapped awake, sitting up from the couch she was in. That proved to be a bad move as suddenly blood started rushing to her head. A couch? Walls? For a moment she thought that she dreamt the whole ordeal. She thought she was home, and the plane crash had never happened. She didn’t watch four people get brutally murdered before her eyes. She didn’t die with two of them. She didn’t live two days in absolute terror in pain.
But she realized then that she definitely wasn’t home. At least it wasn’t her home. Melanie briefly wondered if she was dead, and this was her afterworld. After Matthew’s death, she knew she was left weak and unprotected. Did Eltiask kill her in her moment of weakness?
To her shock, she realized that no, she was still alive, but she wasn’t home. She felt Eltiask’s quiet presence. His thoughts didn’t bombard her mind like the rest of the world’s thoughts did. She could feel what he felt, but not in a way that overpowered her ability to deal with emotions. Melanie glanced at him, her confusion apparent in her gaze. “Why?” she asked. Why do this? Why let her live?
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