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Vernis
Jade
Vernis ko mne.
Vernis ko mne.
Vernis.
Ko.
Mne.
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There Was Nothing
Jade
There was nothing.
For days.
Weeks.
There was nothing inside me, in my life, around me, for me. There was only pain. Consistent, never-ending, ear-splitting, vicious pain. Pain had friends: grief, anger, and guilt.
After Xavier killed Alex, he carried me into his house, where I promptly threw up at the sight of it.
I vomited again. And again, and again, until I couldn’t hold myself up. Until I couldn’t open my eyes. So I blacked out, and that was the best part of my life.
I felt nothing. There was nothing.
Was it hours? Was it days? I’d float in and out of consciousness. It was light, and it was dark. There was breakfast left for me at the foot of the bed. There was dinner. But I ate and drank nothing.
It was all nothing.
