Devil's Word

Chapter 3: Strange things keep happening

It was also because she was only seven years old that Emma did not dare to talk to her mother. Ever since she was a child, her mother has never really listened to her talk. Always being rude and scolding. So she was afraid of being told by her mother that she was crazy, her neighbors might say, but her mother would not. So she chose to remain silent.

She fell asleep when she didn't know, feeling like she hadn't slept at all, when a strange feeling kept coming to Emma's brain.

Emma had a dream, but she seemed to have opened a door into some illusion. Emma felt suffocated, surrounded by water. She couldn't stay like that forever. The moment she almost gave up, a strange image appeared again.

A white figure appeared, someone like the one who had saved her in the afternoon. She wanted to open her mouth to scream for help, but couldn't. There was also a man dressed in black, whose face was vague but cold and pale. The hand holds the Pi Pi with colorful polka dots.

It is unknown what force makes Emma able to maintain such a long life.

She saw the two sides rushing to fight like fighting an action movie. The water split into a stop. Every fighting movement of each person makes the water go crazy.

The black figure was approaching Emma, ​​getting closer and closer. She couldn't hear a sound but overwhelming fear.

The black shadow was trying to attack her, but the white figure quickly stopped in front of her. Was protecting her, but actually, the two people in front of Emma couldn't see their feet, only saw them as if they were tearing away.

After a long time, the black figure was almost weak, the guitar was thrown away and then disappeared into the water. Due to a hand-to-hand dispute, the black shadow can't do it again.

In the end, the black shadow chose to run away, and the white shadow didn't give chase.

"Emma, ​​should you wake up?" The white shadow turned to talk to her.

"Who are you? Why are you following me even in my dreams?" Emma asked dreamily. She clearly saw that the white figure was someone she had met at school.

"Christian Pulisic, remember my name. Now you have to wake up quickly. Be careful with your sleep."

Emma looked at Pulisic suspiciously, he was always strange from start to finish. Emma suddenly felt her body tighten, and Pulisic hugged her tightly. He transferred his warmth to her, showing her a little warmth.

This moment stunned Emma. For the first time she had felt this way.

"Emma, ​​do you know what time it is?" Emma's mother's voice boomed.

Emma seemed to have come back from the dead. She was startled to sit up, her limbs were still healthy and dry. Still lying in bed, blanket still covered.

"It's going to be late for school, wake up soon." Emma's mother was visibly upset, forcing her to wake up immediately.

Emma still had not had time to settle down, her mind was still hazy, her limbs were limp. She still couldn't get rid of the obsession in the dream just now.

She was about to go to school in a half-awake state. She was afraid, a fear no one knew. She didn't know who to share it with.

The whole day Emma was like a lost soul, she sat studying but her mind was still thinking about the two of them in a dream at night.

Are they ghosts, or humans? Why no legs, why black people want to harm her, white people want to protect her? In her heart, fear never stopped eating.

That afternoon, when she returned from school, she saw her uncle coming over to play. He was her mother's younger brother.

Emma's uncle is not normal, but has an honest disposition. Emma loves him very much, so she also talks to him often.

"Did Emma come home from school?" When he saw Emma coming back, he immediately ran out, the smile on his face never stopped.

"Yes."

"Does Emma want to go pick cotton? You take Emma."

"Yes." She really didn't want to, but she didn't want to upset him. Should agree.

"You can carry Emma."

He carried Emma on the street and talked about things in the sky and on earth, but today Emma was not interested in gossiping with him anymore. She just replied indifferently.

When he reached the river, he carried Emma and waded straight down.

"Hey man, picking cotton across the river?"

"That's right."

Emma had no idea either, ignoring him.

But unexpectedly, when he reached the middle of the river, he let her down. This river water is very deep. Before she sinks into the water, she can hear her parents screaming.

When she was submerged in the cold water, she still tried to open her eyes to see if there was a scene similar to yesterday. Since someone really threw her into the water today, no one will be able to bring her back to shore.

But, while vaguely, she could still see the white figure resisting the black one, her head tilted back as if to confirm whether she was safe or not.

At that moment her heart seemed to be about to break, the feeling of fear seemed to be about to break her little heart. What if the white man couldn't resist anymore? Would that black person come to take her life?

What the hell is Emma doing? Why did things like this happen to her, to a young seven-year-old child?

Emma is losing consciousness and sinking.