#e: plot drop

[phoebehughes]

Bloody hell.

[eilidhmacdoncld]

There was no reason for Eilidh to believe that this aptitude test would be any different from the training she'd had these past few years. They wanted to see how everyone would manage in a high stress situation, right? Dodging obstacles was easy-peasy for her, and she wasn't afraid to throw her fists up, either. She was ready for anything that came her way. And, besides, none of it was real.

Truly, her famous last words. The shift was jarring as Eilidh suddenly felt the gravel under her palms and tasted the blood in her mouth. The air was cold, the road slick with rain water. The feeling of foreboding was undeniable. She laid there, face down in the road, scared to move - scared to breathe, even - because this was all too familiar. Almost six years had passed, but she couldn't forget this night, no matter how hard she tried. The air came pouring back into her lungs, then, as she coughed and spluttered her way to her knees. The glass had cut her palms, the sound of the car alarm was wailing, and she knew that if she looked behind her, her whole world would end again.

Hannah. Morgan. Callum.

"This isn't real," she whispered to herself, covering her eyes with her hands. This was a nightmare. @l-yndsygutierrez