Numb. That was how Savannah felt, or didn’t feel as it were, as she laid on her sofa, staring up at the speckled ceiling of her flat. She thought that there would be tears; that the pain would return, as it had before, but instead there was a nothingness that consumed not just the physical - but even her thoughts. She tried to focus on the text messages from her sister and her parents, but any responses she wanted to make slipped away from her mind before she could tap them out and hit send. Eventually, she gave up and set the phone down against her chest so that she could dedicate herself fully to her new hobby - staring blankly into the static void of the ceiling.
She woke up sometime the following day after a long, dreamless sleep to find that her phone had died in the night. When she
