BURN THE GIRLS - Chapter 7

Constance fought to move her arms. They pressed into her sides as if bound by tight cables. Her body jostled left to right under the influence of an invisible current. A stabbing pain radiated upward from her left arm, then lingered.

Hands grabbed her limbs.

Incomprehensible voices panned from ear to ear.

She tried to cry out, but failed. She had no control over her voice, unable to utter a coherent sentence to the darkness.

She found her eyes with her mind. Open. Now.

Forcing her eyes open, Constance focused intently as blurs of color and light battered her vision.

Where am I?

“She’s waking up, Dan,” a female voice said.

A man, Constance assumed it was this Dan, responded, “Constance, can you hear me? You’re in an ambulance on your way to Williamsburg Regional Hospital. We’ll be there in a few minutes. Take your time waking up, okay?”

Constance found slurred words. “Hospital? Why?”