Kaya's POV. 

 

My eyes snap open as a whelp escapes my lips, and I jerk up to a sitting position. I find myself in a room that I don't think I recognize until I hear someone shuffle next to me, and my face darts there. 

 

Seeing Melissa, I tell myself to calm down, realizing that I'm in her room and not elsewhere. I'm not in front of Kyle anymore. 

 

While comatose, my brain keeps relieving the moment, putting me in an endless turmoil of pain. As if that isn't satiating enough, I feel like I spent the last decades of my life on a rollercoaster of agony. 

 

My voice comes...