A dead, chilling silence suffocated the room. Khalid's neck snapping still played incessantly in my ears, ringing painfully. My hand clamped over my mouth, muffling the ragged breaths spilling out my lips.

I gawked at his body, my eyes heavy with horror. He lay there limp, lifeless, and scattered in a way that screamed of his finality.

I did that.

The thoughts hammered in my skull, relentless and shooting. My fingers twitched involuntarily, the painful itching in my palms now ...