32. Underground
Ragna
I sucked in a breath. Already frustrated before I even opened my eyes or bare my senses. I already know that I’m not in the underworld, traipsing around the realm to look for her soul. I’m back to the human living realm, the opposite of what I wanted, or needed.
“That’s a very stupid thing to do”
The familiar voice filtered in, but I don’t pay him any attention.
I dragged my aching muscles and skin to sit on the only expose wall, between the sink and toilet, my whole body singing in protest. My brain throbs so heavily in my head, I can’t hear my own heartbeat, but the one my brain is making on its own.
The physical pain isn’t bearable. The one inside my chest isn’t either. Living is unbearable. Not an inch of it is to my liking anymore, but I know what they did
