Silence.
That was what Emily craved the most as she sat on the wooden boards with her back resting against her bed.
With her face buried in between her legs, she trembled intermittently, the memories of that day leaving her with very little sense of respite.
She had watched people she'd shared classes with, people she'd experienced college life with… get engulfed by the unforgiving flames that erupted as a result of her improved steam engine prototype malfunctioning after she'd left it in her locker.
Their cries for help as they were incinerated were etched in her mind, unwilling to leave even for a moment.
It had been several days since the unfortunate incident but Emily had been unable to even step out of her room as the voices of that day echoed in her ears.
Her room a mess, it mirrored her mind which was frayed at the seams, slowly inching toward an inevitable mental breakdown.
