Sophie's POV
The phone line went dead with a final click, but I still pressed it to my ear, as if I could somehow reach through the silence and take back everything I'd done. Diane's words echoed in my head, each one a knife twisting deeper into my chest.
"I pray you die in hell, you backstabbing bitch!"
A sob escaped my lips as I finally lowered the phone. The truth of her words cut through me, sharper than any blade. I had brought this upon myself. Every bit of her hatred was deserved.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I slapped my cheek hard, welcoming the sting. Again. And again. Physical pain was easier to bear than the crushing weight of what I'd done.
I slid down against the wall until I hit the floor, my body shaking with uncontrollable sobs. "You deserve everything she said. You deserve worse." My voice sounded hollow in my empty apartment. "You don't deserve to live after what you've done to her."
