“Naomi.” The hairs on my arm rise. “No one will believe you.” The voice becomes louder, powerful, darker. Paranoia makes me turn in my seat. Nothing is there, at least in the physical sense. But I feel something.
The presence is so ominous it feels like it’s only a matter of seconds until the bowels of hell reach up and swallow me whole. I remember the girl I saw in the hallway. Her eyes flash through my mind. “How the hell am I still here?” I don’t want to get to that point. I know I’m close. Darkness is ready to pull me under. “Naomi? Are you okay?” I look up at Dr. Rutledge, but I hear Lachlan’s voice.
“The Naomi I know would have never just given up so quickly. She would have fought to stay in the present.”
And then Max’s. “If you love me then don’t give up.” Their words mesh together. Their voices become one. And it becomes a small piece of hope for me. I give her a blunt nod. My body is shaking. “I’ll tell you.”
She sits there calmly, waiting for me to tell my story. But before I say a word, I hold her gaze. Pay attention, I say with my eyes. Listen closely. Hang onto every word. But most of all, please believe me.