CHAPTER 19
Savannah
My chest hurts.
Is this what a heart attack feels like?
My ribcage feels tight.
Maybe I’m dying.
I try to breathe.
If I just died right now, would King let it all go?
Part of my brain hears a chime echo through the house. And part of my brain recognizes King’s footsteps as he walks out of the room. But I can’t move.
I should run, but I can’t move.
The screens are all black. Showing nothing but my own distraught reflection. That doesn’t matter though. I can’t get the images out of my mind.
I’ll never get those images out of my mind.
I don’t really have a relationship with my family. My parents probably wouldn’t know until Christmas if I went missing. And it’d take months before the one cousin I like would notice that I stopped liking her kid’s pictures online
