~ASHTON~

The icy water from the stream stings my face, sharp enough to cut through the haze in my head, or so I hoped.

I cup another handful and fling it against my face, harder this time, as if the shock of cold might slap the madness out of me.

It doesn't.

My pulse is still hammering behind my ears, my chest tight, every breath tasting like panic and desperation.

I'm losing it.

I'm fucking losing it, and even though Hazel wasn't around to see, the cameras never stop ...