The Prey

"How are you feeling?" Someone said something. Words. They were real—and not imagination. Soft voice. Concerned even. And then something touched my face.

I flinched moving away. It was dark. Darkness was gnawing on me. I wanted it to stop. I wanted everything to stop. More importantly, I wanted the trembles in my hands to stop. I felt like I was drowning. Something was holding me down. Killing me slowly. So slowly.

I was scared. And nothing was helping. He'd come back, his eyes screamed he'd be back.

"Sera?" My only reply was a muffled sob as I dug my palm against my mouth. "Talk to me, please."...