Helen
My throat was itchy, but me being me, I ignored it and continue reading the gleaner that I found in in the lobby room that Samson and I are sharing. I glanced at my surroundings, and to my surprise my suspicions were right all along. The room started spinning, I blinked my eyes but that was a bad idea, as both of my eyes popped out of my head before I could say or do anything.
Terror crept inside of my soul, as a burning sensation swept through my skin making it difficult for me to think clearly... I dread for my soul even though I cannot die, but right then and there I saw death at the tip of my fingers, it felt as if my breath would stop any second now, but then a familiar voice rang in my head making the hair on my skin rise and goose bumps emerged on my forehead instantly
