Vivian's POV
Vivian was awake, that was a miracle. When she had been laying on her apartment floor, Bryce's monstrous hands around her neck, his evil eyes boring into hers. Vivian had thought that, that would be the last time, that she would ever be aware of anything in the living world. But somehow she had survived. She had gotten to see her Ryan again, now she was in his arms, (something that he'd tried to resist until she'd worn him down using just the power of her eyes).
When Mark and Amy came around later that day, she would also be seeing them. Never in her life had she thought that she would be grateful just to see people, but she really was. Sure her neck was a mess, and she'd been informed that she would not be able to speak until the damage to her voice box healed. But to her, the biggest battle had already been fought and won.
