Even more bizarre, the crushing noise I hear is of my own voice spinning my story, my web of secrets echoed back to me in the most chilling way possible.
He catches me as I collapse, my mind overwhelmed by the voices.
"Berenice, hang in there," he tries to comfort me. The voices only grow louder in intensity.
"I knew it," he mutters, "This is all my fault. I need to get her out of here, get here some food." I can barely hear him, but at the words my stomach clenches in pain. My throat yearns for liquid.
I can hear Kurtis's shouts, though distant, ringing around the area. The droplets of water multiply, but I can barely feel them running down my skin, soaking my hair.
It is really raining now, raining bullets of burning fire that are doubling by the second. The cold grows worse, but also numbing, slightly alleviating the ceaseless murmurs.
