sooo go here for info abt it: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/636438216/ also if anyone wants to make a cover for this as i go along i would be beyond honored <3
ze beginning or just a random part of the book, i chose to start here (please dont judge too harshly as this is just the very first draft and will be edited 100000000000 times later): Blood. And smoke. Lots of smoke. Too much. Where am I? My eyelids crack open, though I can't see since my lashes are clumped together. Probably with blood, judging from the pain coming from my forehead. Surveying the hurt coming from all parts of my body, I have one major wound, six minor ones, a sprained left ankle, and gonna end up with more bruises that I can count. Better than last time. After struggling for a few minutes, I've got both eyes open. Along with about twenty fallen eyelashes tickling my cheeks. I see that my wrists are tied behind my back, my legs and feets are binded, and I'm sitting with my back against a concrete wall. Things my numb body couldn't feel. Or maybe I've just gotten used to this. I don't have a gag, which is surprising. But they've given me something. The chalky taste left in my mouth indicates it was Isiponig. Meaning whoever has me is loaded. "You awake?" someone whispers. The back of my neck tingles. It's Malcom. Though my eyes are open, I can't see anything two feet in front of me. The only reason I was able to see my bindings was because I've done this too many times to not know how. I still don't know where I am. But I now know Malcom, the only person I trust, is with me. Thank Elizabethenia III he's here.
