The Demon, The Box and The Angels, Part 1
April McLean couldn't remember much anymore. She could remember something that felt like a life: water. Sunlight, love. Her mother was definitely there, her father she was less certain of. Everything felt like it was slipping away in the shadows....Shadows...there was something about that word...The thought was gone before she could finish it. She tried again to focus on the things she knew she could remember. Her name was April, she was, or at least had been 17 years old. She was a student? At Coal Hill Academy? She could remember the idea of a prom. Did she have any friends? She could remember people she’d spent time with, but only the vague shadows of them...there was that word again. She shook it away. There had been Monsters, she could see flashes of them in her mind. Things from another world. Teachers who weren’t teachers, flowers that ate flesh. An old man with a blue box...a stone Angel...the images burned bright in her mind, but she had no idea what they were supposed