Anning's pov
I was really dead.
The thought echoed in my head over and over again until I noticed the room was starting to look a little weird.
My father's crying face froze first. Then the living room and the entire mansion I'd called home for years slowly turned blurry. I frowned, standing to my full height just as darkness swallowed everything.
Again.
I sighed and tried to move, but my body suddenly felt unbearably heavy. There was no ground beneath my feet, and for one terrifying second, it felt like I was falling off that cliff all over again.
Not again.
The darkness just came with a full wave of dizziness that became worse with each second that went by. I pressed my eyes shut, hoping it would stop. It didn't.
Instead, a faint scent of roses and fresh coconut oil slowly drifted into my nose. Wait, coconut oil?
I frowned. That was an oddly specific combination but who even smelled like that?
