Yellow eyes. Blood shed. More bloodshed. And some drama. 
THAT is what it was at first. 

Then add witches to the mix and you have some messed up reality going on.

Target for a massacre.
Knives.
hit and runs
Kidnapping
Hostage

Crystal is a gem that grows in the midst of utter chaos directly aimed at her. 
A survivor's soul.
With more than enough lives involved in her business. Some good, some bad and some dead but kinda living too.

TARGET FOR DEMISE

A heavy cold cloth lay on my fore head and my wrist felt held down by a strong weight. I opened my eyes to lay them on a different room. The room had a light grey shade and I noticed I was lying on a white king sized mattress. 


I turned to my right hand to see a slumped back Felix in a white wrinkled shirt that had patches of blood on it spread out everywhere. He was asleep with his head hanging back but his hand had a shocking tight grip on mine. 


I noticed I was still in a white hospital gown except I was not in a hospital. A plastic cup was hovering over my mouth and nose and there was a large cylinder by the side of the bed. Aside it was a stand with a packet of blood hanging from it having a tube that hang down and was in my wrist. 


I sure am tired of asking this question; what on earth is going on? 


On the side that Felix was holding was the usual drip with a colourless liquid flowing into my wrist. 


Where am I?