Chapter 168- Maybe I'm Dreaming
Beatrice's POV
"Hope it's not what I'm thinking," I heard Declan say, his voice sharp and scared.
I couldn't even answer him.
I was too stunned to speak.
All I could do at that moment was place my trembling hand on my stomach—on the spot where I had been shot.
Slowly, I lifted my hand away.
It was covered in blood.
Warm. Sticky. Red.
I stared at it, confused, dazed.
Maybe it's a dream, I told myself desperately.
Maybe I was just dreaming. Maybe if I closed my eyes and opened them again, everything would disappear.
I squeezed my eyes shut tight.
Tight enough to block out the world.
And then, after a few seconds, I opened them again.
But the blood was still there.
The pain was still real.
The nightmare was still happening.
Fear gripped my heart so tight I felt like I was choking.
So it wasn't a dream.
I had been shot.
Tears burned my eyes as I cried out, my hands pressing down on my bleeding stomach.
