Chapter 117 : Nightmares
Ella
Jaxon is dead, lying in a pool of his own blood. When he was dying, he cried out for help to some people around, but none of them came to his rescue. Elijah told me that Jaxon had been hated by many, and everyone wished he was dead. Even if it wasn't Lambert, someone else would have done it. I exhale... at least Sara can rest in peace now, regardless of what happened.
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The world around me is a swirl of shadow and color, everything disjointed and hazy like the edges of an old photograph fading in the sun. George is there, but his face is obscured by darkness, his form looming larger and more menacing than he ever was in life. I'm in a hallway that stretches endlessly in both directions, the walls are narrowing in, and there's no escape.
His voice echoes around me, low and taunting, but I can't make out the words. I turn to run, but my feet are stuck, rooted to the floor as if the very ground is swallowing me whole. Panic floods my chest, my heart pounding in my ears.