C62 Chapter 62

Have you ever pretended to be alive?

Have you ever been to your own funeral?

That's how Jane felt as she stirred, her eyes fluttering open to a world that seemed alien. The room now bore the scars of a storm she didn't want to remember. A shiver crawled up her spine, and her cold hand traced the outlines of bruises etched into her skin. She felt small, and fragile