Chapter 67

I did not know how to inhale anymore.

But I still did breathe, letting the night know that I am still fucking here, alive and beautifully standing on the white tiled floor. The presence of her sent shivers down my spine. My body’s sudden outburst of cold sweats threatening to flood the kitchen.

Rowena. I can see her smiling creepily at me. When I say creepily, it’s when a part of her face’s skin dangles from her head as it would peel off from her any second but she’s still smiling widely. But I don’t think I can reach her, touch her. As well as she to me.

It’s as if we are in the same room but only one actually exists in this world: me. I don’t think I believe in the afterlife—or if Tyler’s kind believes in it—but wherever Rowena is now, I hope she’s in peace despite the mangled, horrible way she died.

But who is this Rowena standing, floating in the air, before me?

It’s midnight. And Tyler and I been asleep since eight i