Fourth birth :The Oakmont saga, Book 1

Chapter 112

With the fire going nicely, I curled up on the floor, hurting both in my body, my head and inside my mind. I was having really bad visions, all the normal stuff. In addition, I was imagining the horrible things Aliyah thought about me, and she was right to think them. I was a horrible person and a worse best friend…and cousin. And added onto that, I was now thinking of ways I was going to hurt Daddy.

That thought made me start crying, tears streaming down my face, as I laid curled up in a tight ball on the floor. I was shaking like a leaf, and sweating really bad. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the need for those drugs, between bouts of waking nightmares from the visions I was having of James and the doctors, and now Aliyah and Daddy. At least I didn’t see Momma or Ben.

As I laid on the floor, something inside me began to turn off. I couldn’t explain it other than that. My mind went someplace else, into that blackness, but it was different. My body simply stopped doing any