I heard Bridgit screaming from across the room. It was a sound of physical pain that left her lips, deafening me and everyone else in the room.
I wanted to scream with her. I wanted to cry. But it seemed as if my body wouldn't let me. All I could do was stare at the limp and lifeless figure of the innocent girl, who died at my hands.
Bridgit's screaming slowly started to fade away, as my senses honed into Jemma's body. If I didn't look closely enough, I could let myself imagine she was still breathing, and that her neck wasn't twisted. I faintly heard activity around me, but I didn't pay attention to it. I didn't do anything.
My eyes were wide. My heart was stone. There was not a thing beating inside me anymore, just an organ taking up space. My blood ran cold. My legs and arms grew
