I turn on her bedside lamp and close the door behind me. I pull back her doona cover and lie down on her bed. She would be pissed off about me invading her space, I’m sure. But she is gone, completely and utterly not here. The sheets haven’t been changed since the last time she slept in them – Mu...
And the bitter scent of blood, stronger now. Mine? I don’t think I am dead. But I am underneath something very heavy and my lungs hurt too much to breathe and don’t seem to have room to expand anyway. I need to find the strength to move my arms and push the weight off me. ...