XAVIER'S POV
I couldn't lie still on the bed. I felt like a caterpillar that was wiggling on its back. My gut felt like it had been wrenched out.
Did someone stab my stomach? Because it sure felt like it was being murdered. I'm certain it was the pizza I had last night. I tried closing my eyes and sleeping it off.
Okay, slow and steady Xavier. Keep 'em closed.
Hundred.
Ninety-Nine.
Ninety-eight.
Ninet- Fuck, it hurts so bad.
My eyes open abruptly like I'd just been burned. I got up and tried walking. Maybe walking might help because lying down wasn't an option. I looked out of the window and saw the trees bending to their left. The wind had shifted its directions. I could see a tree that had been uprooted from the soil.
That tree reminded me of myself. I was still here but I wasn't alive. I could feel the air that entered and left but I couldn't breathe.
I let out a groan as my stomach felt like it's had been tied in knots.
When was Ophelia coming?
