Elena Torres (POV)

I shut my eyes tightly when I heard the sound of footsteps coming towards my room. It sounded heavier and tense as it drew closer, sleeping in the same way they left me yesterday with my pale lips and white face.

My stomach grumbled loudly, I prayed no one would hear it because I would die of embarrassment. Gust of wind gushed in as the door was suddenly pushed open while I shiver with cold.

The urge to jump out of the bed and tell them I'm okay was overwhelming but I lay ...