Chapter twenty-five

Songs for this chapter;

My Love - Westlife.

Octavia

I tried flicking my eyes open, but couldn't.

It was difficult. It felt like I was smashed up and patched up. There was this stinging, peircing, uninterrupted pain on my back like I was being repeatedly stabbed with a knife fresh out of the fire. Everything was blank through out, before it'd represent white or black. I could feel nothing. But I did hear voices. Not all the time though.

"O.C, baby, please move your hand on mine let me know you'd be fine for me. I know you can hear me." I heard a sniff. "The doctor said your chances of leaving is so slim, that a miracle is what we need for you survive."

And the voice which I believed was Eliakim's would fade away, leaving me behind to wallow in my darkness, stillness,