The Rainbow Maker's Tale
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by Melanie Cusick-Jones
Chapter 23
For a long while there was nothing but darkness and dreams. I might have thought I was dead, but then I was still conscious enough to be thinking, wasn’t I?
Some things had improved: there was no pain any more, because I couldn’t feel my body now. Sometimes I heard voices whispering at the edge of my black world. I wasn’t really interested in them. Now and then, Cassie would be there: talking to me, laughing. I liked those moments the best, although they never lasted long enough.
Most of the time, it was just my brain – floating alone through the emptiness – nothing more.