When I had existed as a spirit, I had come across things that should have broken me a bracelet strung with beads crafted from what remained of my body, a statue shaped from my own flesh and blood, a book bound in human skin. I had seen all of it from a distance, floating and untethered, unable to feel it the way a living person would. I had never seen the actual moment my body was taken apart.
The photo on my phone showed me exactly that.
Seeing it hit me in a completely different way than Randy's severed head had. My entire body began to shake before my mind had even finished processing what I was looking at. My eyes went wide and my throat closed up entirely, like something invisible had reached in and taken hold of it. I couldn't make a sound. I had always assumed that extreme fear came with screaming but it didn't. It came with silence. Complete, suffocating silence, while the world continued moving around you.
Whitney noticed before I could say anything. "Elena what's wrong?"
