Mikaela's Point of View Debris littered the floor beside me. My ears sang within my skull, pitching with every breath I took. This was what hell felt like. Being tossed about as if I was nothing more than a rag doll. Sharp pangs throbbed through my left side. The side closest to the window. Bracing myself on my elbows, I glanced to where Julian had stood last. The side of the room was gone, exposed to open air. Dark sky. I shook my head harshly, praying the ringing subsided. Julian was half sprawled across his table, blood dripping through his white shirt. Glass shards dotted around him, along with a brick and wood. This was a nightmare and all I wanted to do was wake up. To not be here. Slowly, I pushed myself up and into a sitting position. Hissing through my teeth from the pain, I glanced down at my side. Broken glass shimmered with crimson in the murky light. But my head still pounded, still sang with every movement. My vision blurred at
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