Gripping the pages, I flipped through the book, apprehensively gnawing my bottom lip. I had read from the day he was attacked, to the day before his death. I slammed the book and ran my hands through my hair, breathing heavily. I ran my fingers across the curled corners and over the cover.
'Josh Corden. Keep out.'
Despite the fact that the letters were deeply engraved into the ancient leather, they steel peeled up, ever so slightly.
I felt alone. More than usual. More than ever.
Just reading how my brother had felt before his death made me feel like the only living thin on planet earth.
But that wasn't true. In fact, I wasn't the only living thing in that room.
As I had been devouring the journal, it had been creeping up the wall behind me. Higher and higher, the deeper I got into the book. Luckily, when I had slammed the book, it jerked backwards. That's what caught my attention.
Not just that.
In the process of recoiling, the shadow had knocked my vase. Not my vase. Josh's vase.
Josh's shadow had broken Josh's vase.
