Colour. Part 5

And then I knew why Morgan gasped. I was fucking glowing. I was grinning. I was unrecognizable.

I touched the lips that Tate had kissed and hoped he would call soon.

I was in a cage of snakes. They hissed and flapped their tongues at me, watching me with their beady eyes that flashed with a mixture of hunger and amusement. I had nowhere to go; every time I twitched they snapped their heads at me. I could nearly smell the venom swelling in their mouths.

They wanted to penetrate my skin with their fangs, inject their poison. Kill me. I cried out for help but we were alone in a dark, damp cellar. That’s when I noticed the large silver links chaining me to the ground. My screams bounced off the empty walls. There was nothing to save me.

I woke up screaming, sweat sticking my clothes to my body. There were no snakes in my bedroom, just the lingering sensation of bad memories.

Morgan watched me carefully when I stumbled out and fixed breakfast.

“I had a