Out of Touch || Short Story

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And so now, here I am. My body splayed on the floor. 

Just like hers was. 

Red. Seeping from my body. 

Just like hers did. 

Drifting in and out of consciousness. I heard Laney knocking on the door, getting more frantic with each knock. Some more voices outside the door.

You did well, Liam. Your mother would have been proud, following in her footsteps. Don't listen to Laney - you have nothing else to live for. Now all you have to do is let go.

The last thing I saw was the door getting kicked open.

It's okay Liam. They're all out of touch. Just let go.