Nothing matters anymore, after all. Sixten is gone. A sense of emptiness spreads through me as the battle-ax rinses me down. The more she scrubs with that ridiculous bloody sponge of hers, the redder my skin becomes, the more of me disappears. By the time she closes the door behind her later, once I’m tucked back up in bed, I’m nothing but a shell. Emptiness echoes through me. Don’t want to go on, don’t want to go on, don’t want to go on. That’s the only thing going through my head.
