Memories From a Dead Girl
Two
Afterward, when I woke up, thinking I'd lived through what Austin had done, I was relieved. But it wasn't until I stood up that I'd truly understood what had happened. And it terrified me.
I had left my body, just not this world.
I stared at my other self and felt a wave of nausea hit. Only I knew that it wasn't real. That was the thing about being dead: every physical emotion I thought I felt didn't exist, not anymore.
I had left my body, just not this world.
I stared at my other self and felt a wave of nausea hit. Only I knew that it wasn't real. That was the thing about being dead: every physical emotion I thought I felt didn't exist, not anymore.