Six: Aftermath

Six: Aftermath

Mykayla

I slowly wake up and turn over in bed. All I can think is that the bed smells like Dustin. I start to drift back to sleep, but the bolt is awake. I realize I am not in my room, and this is not my bed. I am still determining where I am. Then it all comes back: THE FIRE! All the visions from the night before flooded back. I pull my knees to my chest, and I can feel the fear and anxiety returning. A small sob escapes, and that’s when I hear a voice. Suddenly, I feel the sparks shooting up my arm, and I turn to see Dustin standing in just a pair of pajama pants. His fingers are laced through mine. I am perplexed and can’t decide whether to cry or laugh. That’s when I remember.

“Oh my god, Bree and Araya, where are they? I have to find them now.” I say as the panic starts to rise.

I jump from the office bed to find them, but Dustin grabs me and wraps me in his arms. I instantly start to calm down and realize that I feel comfortable and safe with hi