The Gray Serial Killer Book One (ebook)

Are you all right?" An arm reaches out and grabs me firmly. I squint as an overhead light shines too bright in my face. A sense of dread washes over me; I have no idea why. My body tenses at the touch. I try to pull away, but I cant move the way I want. It feels like Im fighting my way through mud, thick and heavy, weighing me down. The voice calls out again, I think its a womans. I turn my head to the side and force my eyes to open, blinking slowly. A face hovers over me, their features blurred. "What?" I croak. The voice that comes out of my mouth doesnt sound like mine. The voice doesnt respond. Something drapes over my shoulders, and a figure walks in front of me and drops to their knee. It is a woman. I can see her face now. I can see the color of her eyes, a deep, dark brown that begs me to find comfort in them, but I cant shake the feeling that something is wrong. I try to focus on her face. She has thick brows and a crooked nose, broad and covered in freckles. Focus. Focus, I try to tell myself before a high-pitched ringing tears through my eardrums. "Are you okay?" Her voice is quiet, as if shes trying not to break me with her words. I want to nod. I cant comprehend why shes looking at me like this, where I am, why Im wrapped in a rough cotton blanket, why Im so cold. I scrutinize my surroundings as my head clears, and I try my hardest to . How did I get on the ground? Rows of shiny, plastic-wrapped snacks fill my line of sight, and a long fluorescent tube-lamp above me swings back and forth. I think Im in a gas station. I wipe my face with my arm and glance down. Is this my arm? Every part of me feels unfamiliar. I shake my head, trying to collect myself. "Im okay," I slur, realizing that shes staring down at me with that searching expression. Squinting, I focus on the mass of blue and brass before me as she gets to her feet. "Why are you here?" I ask her, trying to take another glance around the room. I must have missed something. Something important. She puts her hands under my arms, hauling me to my feet. Shes stronger than I expected. My knees falter as I attempt to straighten my body. I stop struggling as she gently shushes me and lowers me back to the ground. Its cold. Please dont vomit on this nice lady. Her voice is soft but firm. "Whats your name?"