ELENA POV
Four days since I killed Sarah Rodriguez.
Four days of falling apart.
Sleep was impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that apartment. The gun firing. Sarah's face. The sound of the bookend crushing bone.
When exhaustion finally dragged me under, the nightmares were worse. Sarah standing up with half her head missing. The gun going off, bullets ripping through my chest this time. Blood that wouldn't wash away.
I'd wake screaming. Damien would hold me while I hyperventilated, convinced I was dying.
The food tasted like ash. I'd lost weight, clothes hanging loose. The smell of cleaning products made me vomit too much like that apartment.
Loud noises sent me to the floor, covering my head. Yesterday someone touched my shoulder and I spun around, fist raised, I was ready to fight.
I couldn't stop washing my hands. Looking for blood that wasn't there anymore.
"Elena." Damien's voice cut through the fog. "You're doing it again."
