#Chapter52

Linda

Peace. 

A single word to describe death.

That's what I wanted when I closed my eyes and let the blackness take me. I had known from the moment that I closed my eyes that I would die.

But then I did not. 

The moment I opened my eyes, I wanted to die.

I knew what things I have to face today if I did open my eyes. Somebody stroked my hand and my eyes snapped to his. 

James.

Above him was Michael, who was towering over him. They were looking at me. I could not stand to see the sight of them. I shielded my eyes from my...