C22 Shadows Of Doubt

Melissa’s POV

The sound of whispering, gentle, mocking, and unrelenting, woke me up. The moist, cold air bit my skin, and my head ached. The whispers increased in volume as I squinted into the oppressive blackness, encircling me like a predator encroaching on its victim.

"Failure," a figure growled.

"Unworthy," hissed another.

I said, "No," shaking my head to block them out