119

ALEK

Isat amidst the rubble of my room. After repairing my cell for the third time in as many days, my parents finally gave up trying to undo the destruction I’d caused. They promised that time would help soothe the creature seething inside of me, but they lied. Time had done nothing to temper the storm. If anything, it made it worse. Especially since every time I closed my eyes, I sawher.

Sunday was there in each breath, each pump of my heart, each thought. But she was real in my dreams, which only added to my heartache when I woke. That was when the berserker was at its worst. When I opened my eyes to find her lost once again.

Footsteps sounded down the hall, but I didn’t bother looking up. I didn’t want visitors. Tor and my parents would stop by at least once a day, but I was through talking to them. Unless they were going to let me leave, I wasn’t interested in anything they had to say.