Shivers climbed up to her spine. Then, she froze as she saw the torn picture of Summer inside the box— under her bed.
Amber crawled until she reached the box underneath her bed. The box was clouded by dust so was the torn picture of Summer.
In a great panic, her trembling hands picked up the picture and wiped the dust that was covering the clearness of the image.
The picture was torn in half and was messed by random writings all over Summer's face. "D-Did... Did I destroy this myself?"
Amber shed tears. "When did I—"
Amber's vision darkened and bit by bit, the chorus of unfamiliar voices started echoing into her ears.
"You killed. Summer."
"You murdered her."
"It was you."
"Yes. You killed her. That was you!"
Sounds like monsters; they were getting louder and louder. Amber crouched while covering her ears. Her forehead was now kissing the floor— she bawled. "Stop! Stop it! No. I didn't! Don't accuse me! Don't!"
