*~Young Lilith's POV~*
I woke up with my heart racing. My chest heaved like I had been running for hours, but I was lying down. The ceiling above me was familiar, too familiar..the same pale shade, the same little crack I had stared at countless nights when sleep refused to come. My room. My bed.
For a second, I thought it was all a nightmare. The cave. The witches. The blood. My father's cold eyes. It must've been a dream. A cruel one, yes, but still just a dream.
I pushed myself up on shaking elbows—except my body betrayed me. My arms trembled violently, and before I could even sit all the way, my legs gave out. The room spun, and I hit the floor with a dull thud.
Panic set in immediately. Why couldn't I stand? Why did my head feel like it had been split open, stuffed with fog, and stitched back together crookedly?
The door burst open.
