Paul felt numb.
He could watch as everything froze. He couldn’t move, couldn’t blink, couldn’t breathe.
What had he done?
Jenny was dead!
She couldn’t be.
Because that only meant one thing. The blood on his shirt was hers, and he was the one that had killed her.
He was struggling to breath.
He didn’t know what he was feeling.
Hell, he didn’t even know how to feel.
How had he done that?
How could he do that?
He wanted to know how it had transpired.
Only if he could remember. What had happened.
He was losing it.
He felt someone tap him on the shoulder and he jumped back in fear.
“Man, you need to breath.” It was Patrick.
He started coming back to his senses but he was still struggling to breath. He just couldn’t breathe, as much as he tried. He was being suffocated.
“Take in
