The Chance (As Above #4)

29. Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Mac

Cold .

Everything is cold. Hollow.

Damp.

I jolt, limbs jerking.

The clock says only three minutes have passed since I last looked at it.

Empty .

The darkness looms around my vision, at war with the exhaustion that won’t grab onto me and pull me under.

I just want to sleep .

But it doesn’t come.

I swallow another sleeping pill.

The trembles get worse. The nighttime slipping away.

But my heart, it stays right here. Pounding through its jagged edges to drown out the sound of it breaking. Speeding its way past every spiraling thought that pulls me farther and farther into this pit of hopelessness.

There is no end to this misery.

No rest for the damaged.

Only blackness.