Chapter 45

***Laney POV***

I can feel an invasion in my mind, a tapping into my thoughts, my feelings, all pieces of happiness slowly seeping away. Whatever it is slithers through me like a poisonous snake leaving nothing but slimy venom in its wake. This shouldn’t be what dying feels like. I shouldn’t be stuck in my head, feeling all the good in me dying. This leaves me with only one conclusion: I have to fight this invasion. But how?

I struggle with the thought of how to fight back. How can I when I have been so cruel, so terrible in so many of my past lives that it’s physically hurting me? Every life my past self took lines up before me. Countless faces of men and women of varying ages. They stare at me in pity and I accept it, shit I need it. There has to be something to help me fight the pull. And this pull is so damn strong. Darkness always seems easiest. It always had. It’s easier to keep your eyes closed when there is nothing to see.

Yet the light calls to me too, begging me to cling to