Chapter 37

I hit the ground below with a stomach-churning thud at a crazy speed that reverberates through every cell and pore and knocks the life out of me as it shatters any unbroken pieces I may have left. It’s so beyond painful, it almost doesn’t hurt at all for a second, stunned, until my lungs try to stir, to recover, and I start choking on my blood and bile. Gasping for breath, body convulsing as I try to move, but I’m bleeding out profusely, and the ground beneath me is turning dark with the evidence. Slashed all over, from breaking through the glass, and shattered from my fall. I’m hurt all over and can feel my life ebbing away from me as I become dizzy and useless. More so than I was. I’m dying. I know it, I can feel it, and try as I might to cling on, I can’t. I lie here like a useless piece of discarded nothing, unable to move in any way, as my body fights for dregs of energy and consciousness. The kind of pain my turning inflicted is the only way to describe how this feels, and I don’