Bab 35: Chapter 35: Is That What You Want?

*Lena*

How long did it take to regain some semblance of calm? I didn’t know, and I didn’t care enough to track time. All I knew was that the house had fallen into an unnerving stillness. The sharp scent of bleach clung to the air, mingling with dust, blood, and the faint tang of sweat.

My fingers, raw and bloodied, tightened around the glass shard in my hand. It hurt, but the pain felt like it belonged to someone else. Everything felt distant like I was trapped underwater, too far from the world above to breathe, too exhausted to even try.

The darkness of the bedroom pressed in around me, thick and suffocating. I could barely keep my eyes open, but I didn’t want to close them either. Not when everything I’d destroyed still lay around me, a battlefield of broken glass, shredded photographs, and the torn remnants of what my life had been.

Then, the front door creaked open. Soft, cautious footsteps echoed through the wreckage. I didn’t move.