She was too terrified to scream. The sensation of muttering the wrong word was a scary feeling; her heart shot up into her throat. She wanted to speak up but her voice had since eluded her; if she'd uttered even a simple phrase, shouting at the top of her lungs, that too would have come out in sound as barely above a whisper.
"STRANGE GIRL, I NEED YOU TO TELL ME WHO YOU ARE," The terrifying aged woman, standing eastward to her side, had said. Biting her lips, Louisa wished she could turn back the hands of time and undo the 'unruly' first impression of her that that person had possibly formed in her mind.
