Asher

Was I dead?

Sounds drifted toward me as I slowly clawed my way back to consciousness. I fluttered my eyes open, but the world was a smear of blurry, indistinct images. Were these apparitions? Had I finally crossed over to the other side?

A figure towered over me, tapping my shoulders and calling my name. The voice was familiar, yet vague, echoing as if from the bottom of a deep well. As my senses awakened, the agony registered. My brain throbbed so violently it felt as though ...