She had to get away from him, run, go. She made a swift movement, but was immediately stopped by pain searing across her back. The sensation shot through her shoulder blades to her chest, forcing her back down onto the bed. The moment her body touched the sheets she screamed and rolled onto her side. It were as if thousands of needles were stabbing at her flesh from the inside and even the slightest bit of pressure increased the pain tenfold. There had to be something there, something that had been plunged into her, and she reached back in spite of the pain to feel, but she found only the material of her shirt, drenched with sweat. Then Sophie brought her hand back to her face, soaked, and could see, even in the dark, that it was covered in blood. Her bedroom door swung open then and Mona entered from the shadowed hallway. She rushed to the bedside, grabbing Sophie’s bloodied hand and looking her over with knitted brow. She didn’t seem alarmed, but was clearly on edge. Sophie felt her place a finger near her spine and could not stifle the shriek that escaped her lips.
