Chapter 33

Two days had already passed in a blur, but Layla still felt the pain in her chest. It had an unpleasant warmth to it, eating at her chest. It seared through her heart whenever she had a flashback about what happened. Just like a horror movie, it played again in her mind as if somehow her brain was unwilling to let the terrifying images go, and in its attempt to analyze them, it made her see them over and over again.

The world turned into a blur, and so did all the sounds. The taste. The smell. Everything was gone. She paused, trying to hold back the strange feelings rumbling inside her, but she couldn't. The tears flowed nonstop, and just like that, the floodgates opened. So many tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down her face. Her chin trembled like a small kid. She breathed heavier than she ever had before. She was gasping for air that simply wasn't there. Her throat burned with pain. She wished this was all a dream—a horrendous one.

Her phone