CHAPTER 9
As Burnell escorted her down the hallway, Jesse could not even muster the energy to feel repulsed by his touch. What was the point? Fighting never got her anywhere, anyway.
Never before had she felt so hollow, so empty. Her shoulder collided with the wall, leaving a streak of semi-dried blood along the wallpaper. Her every muscle, her every wound screamed, yet they were nothing. The pain of her body was nothing compared to that of her heart and soul. It was difficult to breathe, each breath, each beat of her heart brought fresh agony. How she wished it would end.
As she exhaled, she held her breath, but the pain didn’t stop. Her heart didn’t stop, despite how much she wished to be free of the pain.
“Keep movin’.” Burnell shoved her. She hadn’t even realised she’d stopped walk
