"Are you alright?" Grace noticed her niece standing at the entrance of the door, unmoving. She could see beads of sweat forming on Anna's face and she turned worried. Up until now hee neice was fine, or was she feeling insecure about what Madeline had said?
"I... I need to use the bathroom," Anna said, her voice shaky as she walked away. Panic bubbled inside her as the heat intensified, spreading like wildfire through her body. She pressed her legs together, desperately trying to regain some ounce of control, but it was useless.
Her mind was a whirl of confusion. She couldn't think straight. She needed help, someone that could help stop this torture. Her vision blurred as she stumbled towards the bathroom, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.
