Everything skyrocketed around her, the ache not wanting to leave her brain and as she willed herself to reach the bathroom, it's then everything came flooding back to her.
Her knees buckled and she held onto the walls for support.
Voices screamed in her ears. Words. She didn't know what it meant.
She continued down the hall, but it was almost as if she couldn't walk. She stopped to hold her ears again as it continued.
'He shall come to claim what shall be his.'
'I'm only for you.'
'You have 48 hours to save your friend.'
'I'm coming, little one.'
'Ladies and gentlemen, the great Death.'
Amber placed her forehead against the cold wall. 'Get out of my head!' She screams inwardly, telling herself not to cry and that she was only tired.
'You belong to me.'
'So what do you say, you're gonna be a good girl?"
The voices only continued, mostly consisting of the same deep and raspy voice edged with a cynical snarl.
