C71 CHAPTER SEVENTY

Enya pov

For some stupid, forsaken and god-awful reason, I'm still alive. Why couldn't he let me die when I wanted it that way myself? I'm done with life, every crime I've committed, and all the shit I've been through. I don't feel pain; in fact, I don't feel anything. I'm in a new room, but it doesn't smell like a hospital, and I've never seen this wallpaper before. Weird