The Whispers in the Woods
“It’s too hot. It will burn, not to mention choke her.”
“Just do it, now. NOW!” Mikkel did as he was bid, but I still didn’t feel anything. As I smelt the lavender, I tried to focus on it, closing my eyes to the world and clinging to the tiny scent as though my life depended on it. I supposed it did. Everyone seemed to be out of ideas, and I had no control at all. I was sure the end was coming for me. Everything around me seemed to be disappearing. Jackson and Mikkel were talking, but I couldn’t make out their words as I went down the rabbit hole. It felt like I was being forcibly sucked into the earth. Trying to open my eyes, but finding them, like everything else, not to work anymore.
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