“What do you want?” Emi screamed, just in her head. Still, loud enough that everything else was drowned out. She didn’t believe she would get an answer. She was right.
She felt out of sorts. That was surely an understatement, if there ever was one. She was seeing a shadowy figure that was messing with her head. Would be terribly strange if she was feeling all fine. That didn’t mean she liked any of it. If she could get her hands on the shadow, if she could just get near it, she’d grab the brightest torchlight she could find, throw it on the shadow’s face. She’d love to hear the shadow’s screams, deafeningly loud just as hers were just now.
“Just you wait,” she said in her head.
She was better now. She could get to her feet at least. Think. Freely. She could turn around, head back ins
