Chapter 6

“Lyra, wait!” I exclaimed as I followed her through the dark hallways of the mental institution. She was walking fast. We were heading for the bonfire, but at that moment I regretted my decision. If we got caught, I doubted I would come out of this unscathed. But the adrenaline was flowing through my veins, and it felt good. The clock was almost striking midnight.

“Just hurry up,” Lyra whispered as she continued on her way.

I stared at her back as I silently followed her; Lyra had a nice body, I must admit. She was wearing tight jeans and a white long-sleeved t-shirt. She had a small waist and rounded hips. Her black hair was in a ponytail. She looked really good, which made me evaluate my outfit once again. I was wearing baggy pants and a loose purple shirt with a pair of purple Converse. I sighed; looking attractive had never been my thing anyway.

“Anna?”

“Hey?”

“You can see the guard over there.” She pointed ahead; there was a young woman sitting in front of a metal gate. “She