Aurora.
DAY ONE:
She was burning up. Almost as if she had been set on fire, was this hell? Was that what this was? Was that where she was?
She hadn't been the best person, but she also hadn't done anything to deserve more suffering after such a gruesome death.
"You're not dead…." A voice came, she would have flinched if she could feel her body. Did she even have a body? She was supposedly in hell anyway, did people have bodies in hell?
"You're not in hell," The same voice came again and Aurora wished she could just be corrected and told where she was instead of being corrected each time she made a dumbass observation.
She opened her mouth to speak, but no words would come out. Had she lost her voice? She had no doubt it was possible, all the trauma from that poisoned dagger to the throat could most definitely do that to a person.
