*****Xander's POV*****
"I want to go back to bed X", I heard her say nervously. She has been acting funny ever since she saw the painting and her attempt to flee confirmed my thoughts, she was scared of the painting. But why? That was the question I was about to find answers to.
Without wasting time, I reached for her as she walked away. Snagging her wrist quickly, I spun her around to face me. Accidently her other hand hit the painting and light surged through the room instantly, throwing me off my feet a few meters away from where I stood.
I was still trying to get my bearing when I heard a loud scream reverberate through the air. I got up to immediately check on her when I discovered that task was absolutely impossible.
