Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 140940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
What. . .is going on?
My grip on this. . .reality. . .it started to loosen.
Is she coming back? Already?
Then, I could feel her—Emily—like a ghost haunting the edges.
No. Not yet.
I held on tighter, trying to push her back into the void between inside-life and outside-life.
A ripple came my way. Growing larger and getting more insistent. Then, a jolt hit me hard.
Whoa. She’s becoming stronger. But. . .how?
Our eyes—the world’s view—zoomed in and out like a camera as if the photographer was trying to get the right angle.
No.
I sat back up.
My view twisted without my doing a thing.
Is that you, Emily? What are you doing?
Next, the view went upside down. Although I knew I was in the bed, the ceiling turned into the floor and the bed was now on top.
Stop it. You don’t know what to do.
Then, her voice echoed in my mind, “Get out!”
Blinking over, I shivered in fear. My bottom lip quivered. Never had I been so terrified.
“Get out! Get out!”
A tug began deep within me, getting stronger with each second.
And I couldn’t get control.
I was the leaf in the river being carried away.
“Get out!”
My stomach twisted.
The tug shifted to a yank.
I was now the kite in the stormy wind. High above the earth. About to rip apart.
But. . .I wasn’t done.
The world blurred.
My senses dulled.
No more looking.
No more touching.
No more smelling.
No more tasting.
How does she know how to do this?
A pang of loss swarmed around me as her presence began to drown me out.
I pushed a thought to her. “You can’t get rid of me.”
“Bet I can!”
Surprise shook me.
S-she can hear me. . .
Emily took over, and I blended back into the shadows of our shared mind.
She can finally hear me!
Mad or not, it was good that she was figuring things out.
The little girl said it was a dance between us.
A rhythm.
Emily and me.
We were two sides of the same coin, yet there was always someone flipping it.
Two melodies in the same song, but someone turned it on in the first place.
Will she finally. . .understand what is going on? And. . .when she does. . .
I froze in the nothingness of us.
Will it be good or bad?
Chapter two
Control
Emily
I fucking took control.
This thrilling excitement washed over me. My heart pounded in my chest. Adrenaline surged through my veins.
It was as if I had been given a shot of pure, unadulterated euphoria.
Every cell, every atom of my being charged with this electric sensation.
I felt more alive than ever.
I did it. She was up to no good, and I came through, ending it all.
My mind shifted into a whirlwind of happy thoughts.
Until she is gone. . .maybe I can maintain some form of control.
Joy came. Actually, it was more than joy. It was a profound sense of fulfillment.
My senses heightened, and this rush of victory was intoxicating.
Addictive.
Every doubt, every fear, seemed insignificant in the face of this exhilaration. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the moment that would forever change the trajectory of my life. And as this thrilling excitement washed over me, I knew there was no turning back. I was ready to embrace whatever came next, ready to leap into the unknown of me taking my life back.
I really did it.
Gazing around, I realized that I was sitting up in bed because Lunita had been sitting up in bed.
Okay. I am me now.
I lifted my hands in front of me.
Closing and opening my fingers, I gazed at them.
Yep. I have full control.
“Shit.” I widened my eyes and gazed around. “I did it. I really did it. But how did I do it?”
Next to me, Kaz stirred in the bed, opened his eyes, and yawned. “Msyh, who are you talking to?”
“Myself.”
“About what?”
“I did it.”
He yawned again. “Did what?”
“I felt that bitch doing something odd. It was like I was asleep in the darkness, but I could sense her actions and then I. . .opened my eyes and saw something in front of me. It was like. . .” A shiver ran through me. “Shit. It was actually like a television. Yeah. She was right about that. Maybe even a movie screen and like. . .an invisible projector played out everything in front of me, but it was actually happening on the outside of me.”
Kaz rubbed his eyes and slowly sat up. “Hold on, mysh. What are you talking about?”
“That bitch was trying put a finger in your ass and—”
“What?” A strange expression hit his face. “Whose finger? Whose ass?”
“Lunita’s finger. Your ass.”
He blinked. “What?”
“Lunita was touching you and ogling your ass.”
He stared at me like I had lost my mind.
“Then, you continued to sleep, but rolled over. That was when she got really excited.” I touched my chest. “I could feel how horny she was getting.”
Kaz widened his eyes.
“Your cock was hard and shooting up at the ceiling and she was kissing your cock and—”