83. Aftermath

It had been two weeks since Jackson had locked her in a room and disappeared.

And she knew he had disappeared because Faith, the only person she had seen in those two weeks, had told her so.

It was funny how nothing else seemed to matter just because her worry had taken her over. Her stronger hearing, eyesight, her messed up head... None of it.

It didn’t matter that she was somehow able to sit by her window listening in to all the conversations outside just because she wanted to hear any information about Jackson.

It didn’t matter that she had become so violent that she’d beat Amber up as if it was nothing.

It didn’t matter that she could now see all the way to the gate and the guardhouse when she had seen nothing when she first arrived.

It didn’t matter that she was living among murderers.

It didn’t matter that when she sat by the window at night, she saw the glowing eyes in the woods. She heard the snarls. The growls. And she was becoming just like them just because she was living