ELLA.
I couldn't believe it had already been two days since I was discharged from the hospital, and yet the dull ache in my head refused to fade. It lingered stubbornly, pulsing softly as though reminding me that everything that had happened wasn't some distant nightmare, it was painfully real.
I sat on the edge of my bed, my back slightly slouched as my gaze remained fixed on the ceiling above. The room was too quiet, but my mind was anything but. Bella's voice from yesterday kept replaying over and over again, each word echoing louder than the last, refusing to let me rest.
"You bitch! Why didn't you just die?" her voice thundered in my head, sharp and venomous, as if she were standing right in front of me again.
I could still see it so clearly, her figure advancing toward me, her eyes filled with nothing but hatred.
