Arabella

The bedroom was too quiet.

I sat curled at the edge of the bed, the weight of everything pressing on my chest. My fingers twisted the edge of the blanket over and over.

It had been days, maybe weeks, but it all blurred together.

Sunlight came and went, tracing the same pattern across the walls, and I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

My body was here, but my mind... it felt suspended somewhere else. Somewhere cold and quiet. Somewhere no one could reach me.

Six wouldn’t look at me, let alone talk to me. And Marco… Marco had stolen something from me I couldn’t get back. No amount of washing...