Elizabeth
The stars.
They spin above me like scattered jewels in the black sky, swirling and shifting, refusing to settle.
My head throbs with a sickening pulse, each beat reminding me of the impact.
I try to lift my hand to my temple, but the pain is almost too much to bear. My vision is blurry, and I taste metal on my tongue—my blood.
Everything hurts. Everything is wrong.
I blink rapidly, trying to clear my mind. The wrecked car door hangs open beside me. My body shakes with every breath I take. The world around me is spinning, but I force myself to focus. I need to move. I need to get out of here.
Christopher.
I twist my neck, forcing my heavy head to turn, and there he is—slumped over the steering wheel, motionless. His chest rises and falls in uneven breaths, but for now, he's still unconscious.
Good.
I can’t stay here. Not like this.
I look around. There’s nothing, just endless darkness around me. But I can’t think about that now. I need to get away. I need to
