I flinched with a gasp, raising my hand to my chest at the show of hate written on her face. Her usually lovely countenance was twisted into something cynical and angry.
“After years of being suffocated!“ She screeched, her hair straightening sharply, shooting into the trees. “You still haven't called for me!“
“Wh-what do you mean?“ I stammered, holding my chest as it slowly began to hurt.
“You reached for the mutt instead of me! I'm part of you too, you know!“ She seethed with a boom as her hair crashed into trees, biting down on her teeth. Her body hummed with light and will-o-wisps of onyx and purple.
“No you're not!, you're a figment of my imagination,” I countered her words. Her claim sounded ridiculous.
Was my dream spiraling because I was? Nothing was making sense. Sure she lo
