Keefe's POV
A hooded figure grabbed my arm threatening to throw me into the fires if I didn't cooperate. I trembled as fear took over my body. Different emotions swirled through my mind as I instinctively complied with their instructions to sit down in the small, burned wooden chair. The moldy room was soaked in darkness and the candy scent of sedatives filled the air. A vintage atmosphere gave the room a yellow tint in my now crusty, piercing blue eyes and my eyelashes filtered the dirt and dust that went flying into the air with each careful step I took.
I silently sent a wish into the universe that everyone would be fine.
They wrapped a dirty white rag around my head, holding it until I breathed it in. It was a sedative that tasted like rotten candy and had the scent of garbage. I heard screams and a familiar voice shouting my name. I wanted to get up, but I gave in, finally taking a much needed deep breath into the sedative, feeling woozy and immediately fell under its dark spell of sleep.
The words whirled in my mind, and as the Neverseen pressed the towel against my mouth, the words swirling into a dreamless oblivion.