Glass (Crank 2)

My head hurts. There’s a

thumping. A noisy thrumming

against the lining of my skull.

Can you hurt

when you’re dead?

Wait! I don’t want to be dead.

Don’t want to walk in darkness—

semidarkness—alone.

Death is lonely.

Lonely? Lonely. Why is lonely

familiar? I know Brad is lonely.

It’s getting lighter. Light.

Maybe I’m not dead.

But I still can’t move. Don’t

dare move because it hurts.

My head hurts. My back hurts.

Maybe I do wish I

were dead.

Are my eyes open? It’s light

but I still can’t see. Kristina?

Look at me, Kristina.

I don’t want to look at Trey.

If I do, I’ll really wish

I was dead.

His Face

Materializes, wraithlike.

“What happened? Am I dead?”

Don’t even say that. You

slipped and fell, that’s all.

No wonder my head hurts. I reach