AVA
"You understand what I had just explained, right, Ava?" Marcus Zephanie was looking right at me. I nod.
"Shay needs to heal. She isn't stable yet. In the meantime, you will have to take her place. But you have to remember Ava; this is only temporary. When she finally gets better, you know what needs to happen, understand?"
"Yes." I answered, my left hand hovering at the mark that has been freshly scorched on my left thigh.
When the time comes, I will have to pierce that mark with a sharp object until I start bleeding, which will trigger the poison to spread on my entire body, eradicating my existence slowly with every piece of me turning into nothing but a mere memory.
An all too familiar scent evaded my nostrils and brought me back to the present. I opened my eyes to the bright fluorescent lights, which I vaguely remembered had often appeared in my dreams.
Only this time, I wasn't dreaming anymore.
