Chapter 57

• Unfortunately, this doesn’t help me because James surprisingly kicks the bucket out of my hands and backs me into a wall. He wraps his hands around my neck, restricting my airflow.
• "Fuck having your body, I'll just fucking kill you." He digs his nails into my skin and draws blood as he strangles me. My face darkens as the veins around my face appear ready to burst at any moment. I place my hands above his to free them from my neck. I scratch his hand, drawing blood, but he doesn't budge. I can't believe this is how I die. I have to do something.
• I check my surroundings for anything that might be of help. Nothing is within my grasp because everything is on the floor. As he squeezes my neck tighter and presses my head deeper into the wall behind me, the wound behind my head burns. My eyes become heavy. I can feel my soul slipping out of my body. I must act now.