Rachel's brain makes a terrible breakthrough.
Continued from Chapter 21…
From deep inside my shell, I sense the room is dark. Someone’s pulled the shades. Somewhere at the tips of my arms, my fingers burn with distant pain; I can’t move my arms. The dark is a mist circling my soul. My screams echo in my head and never make it into the silent room. I can’t get far enough inside to hide from myself. There must be a hiding place somewhere in the dark of my subconscious. But I can’t find one. The mist whispers to me. I can’t escape myself. I can’t escape the words of my subconscious: You know she’s dead.
Yes, I know. Why do you have to keep telling me?
Because you don’t listen. You don’t face it.
Yes, I do. Leave me alone!
Then tell me what she looked like.
I don’t want to.
You won’t face it.
You sound like Donald Doc. Leave me alone.
He said you have to face this.
I don’t care what he says. He’s an idiot.
Tell me what she looked like.
Okay, she was blue.
No, she wasn’t. She was red. She was burnt.