“You don’t understand anything. You’re just a stupid dead girl.” He glares at me through the dim light. Just a stupid dead girl. That one hits me deep and he sees it. He can see the break he causes in my walls. I bite down on my tongue to keep the tears in. No friend would ever say that. “Shit, Elodie, I’m sorry—I shouldn’t have—” I push myself up even though my body screams at me. His words shake me to my core. I won’t let him speak to me that way. I won’t let anyone speak to me that way. Because what he just said is true . . . I am just some dead girl. You’re not real, you’re not real.
