38. HEAVEN WEEPS

Ziss’s P.O.V

‘Hello sister,’

‘Hello sister,’

‘Hello Sister.’

Pure dread coursed through my body. A part of me wanted to believe it was a fever dream. The image of my brother staring back at me in the mirror struck me still. I could feel myself start to tremble. I could hear my whimpers, heaving hard. I was trying to pull out of the hole I had seemed to have fallen into but I could not. Everything was blurry, like drowning in the sea but never dying, just enduring the pain with no relief.

I fought, God, I fought but I could not escape. In my head I was screaming and roaring. I was screaming for someone to help me but it was like screaming in a four-walled prison cell, just your voice bouncing back to you. I could feel my body shake. I tried thinking back to the closet, trying to recall what my brother did to me but I could not recall it no matter how hard I tried. I tried to break free from the mental bounds that held me but it just wore me down. My inner cries only gave me the st