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He let me go, and I stumbled towards the trees. When I reached the cover of darkness, I turned back around.
The glow from the fire showed me a scene that would forever be burned into my mind. I watched, unable to look away as they covered Tim Hyde’s body with a sheet and pronounced him dead.
My mask broke, and tears streamed down my face.
I fell to the floor, holding my face in my hands.
It was all my fault.
That was the first and last time I cried.
NINE
Flashes.
That was all I remembered.
Zayde’s foot coming out and Tim falling over the edge.
Screaming until I couldn’t hear my voice. Hands grabbing at me. The smell of antiseptic. The smell of death. The prick of a needle.
Blackness.
Home. Ripping my necklace from my throat, throwing it onto my bedroom floor along with my book and my phone.
My father. Being dragged downstairs.
Sobbing. A pain in my chest so powerful I could barely breathe.
“It’s all your fault, you stupid little bitch. If you hadn’t gone to look for him, he never would have fallen. If you hadn’t come back here, none of this would have happened.”
My father’s hand coming towards me, a blur of movement.
A searing pain across my face. Then more, and more, and more, all over my body. Falling. My cheek against the rough carpet. A booted foot kicking out and a cracking sound and an agonising burn.
Then more blackness.
Itsallyourfault itsallyourfault itsallyourfault.
Wheels rumbling on a runway.
England’s lights disappearing far below me.
It’s all your fault.
But it wasn’t my fault, was it?
It was Zayde’s foot that ended it.
TEN
Three weeks had passed since my world had fallen apart, and I was fucking spiralling, sucked into a black hole with no way out. I’d shut myself off from the pain, made myself numb, but it wasn’t enough. My knife burned a hole in my pocket, the latest cuts still fresh. But that wasn’t enough, either. Nothing was working.
“Zayde. Zayde. Hey.” Fingers snapped in my face, and I raised my head, staring blankly at Creed.
He turned away from me, walking a few paces to stand in the open doorway of Mack’s garage.
“I saw your arm.”
