Starving Butterfly (Shadowed States #2)

46. Heavy

HEAVY

Everything felt too heavy. Not just my body — my thoughts, my chest, the air itself. Even breathing felt like work.

I should have been screaming. I wasn’t. I had stopped crying as everything went quiet in my mind, like something took the noise and replaced it with static.

My hands were in my lap. I didn’t remember putting them there. I hadn’t moved.

Someone said my name; I knew it was mine, but I didn’t feel like it belonged to me.

They were talking again; I knew, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Was I supposed to care?