"Do… you think you're allowed to be happy?"
The sound was viscous. Gnarly — seeping through every pore. If anything, it felt even louder when Paige covered her ears. She recognized that voice anywhere, of course… It was hers.
But more than the voice, however, was the visceral sound that drummed endlessly in the air; gnawing at the deepest parts of her bones. The noise it created seemed enough to grind her bones into dust.
It was the sound of a chainsaw.
A chainsaw that could only cut one thing in this world — her.
"Leave… please, just leave me alone!" Paige screamed as she crawled further back into the closet; but alas, there were really only so many steps she could take before she hit the back of the closet.
"You don't deserve to be happy, Paige."
Paige closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as she could see the light seeping from the cracks of the closet being covered by a shadow.
"You don't deserve to be happy…
