Somewhere in the far corners of my mind, buried underneath the sound of my dying heartbeat, a door burst open from above.
"Vickie, stop," a voice shouted. A voice that was all wrong.
And then suddenly I was falling. Falling to my death. My feet hit a hard surface, and the impact rolled me to my knees with a splintering crack. Pain. So much pain, but I felt it. Which meant I was alive, for now. I sucked in deep breaths, each one searing my throat and lungs.
"What the hell were you doing?" the voice demanded. All wrong, because it was male, and it had come from above in the girls' wing.
"These two stuck-up little shits are running around at night like the rules don't apply to them," Vickie seethed. "I was teaching them a lesson about respect and obeying their elders. I wasn't going to really kill her."