Chapter 24 My Vision A Reality

• Lylas pov
• I burst into my room, slamming the door behind me with a muffled thud. My chest heaved, each breath ragged and desperate. Sweat beaded on my forehead, trickling down my temples as I pressed my back against the cold wooden surface. The hallway remained silent, but the silence felt charged, electric with potential danger. I was this close to being exposed, but Thompson, he saw me.
• I was sure he did, could it be the end? Or was it just the beginning like the healer had said? The beginning of the end perhaps? . I slid down slowly, my legs weak and trembling. The hardwood floor was cool against my bare skin, a stark contrast to the burning adrenaline coursing through my veins. Moonlight spilled through the half-drawn curtains, casting pale rectangles across my bedroom floor. Shadows of familiar objects - my dresser, the old bookshelf, the chair where clothes perpetually draped - seemed to shift and whisper. It was like everything in my room had something to say to me.