Power of the Gods

Chapter Eight Paige

Paige flinched when the door slammed shut. She felt hatred roam off Riya, had she done something wrong...? She shook her head and turned back to the window. Her hand slightly grazed over it as her face showed deep thought. She wants to remember, she wants to remember everything. Things would be so much simpler with her memories... Paige continued to stare out the window until she heard a click of the door. She turned to see Andy there, who smiled sheepishly. "Hey, I just wanted to say, don't worry about Riya... She has a past, but no hard feelings towards you." Paige stared at him until he grew uncomfortable. She turned towards the window, then started to giggle. Andy, caught off guard, started to laugh with her until both of them stood there clutching their stomachs. They calmed down until Paige's smile fell and she turned back to the window. "We know you can talk, so why don't you?" Paige turned surprised at Andy's comment. She looked down and opened her mouth. She opened and closed like a goldfish, testing her throat for soreness. She turned to Andy and grew a sad look. "I-I'm afraid." Her voice sounded rough, as if she was in the desert for a month. "Of what?" Andy's eyebrows rouse. "I'm not s-sure." She closed her mouth, grabbing a water bottle from her bag and gulping it down like a dehydrated man. Andy nodded, understanding in a way and left, yet again leaving Paige alone. Paige grew sad for no reason and felt a small rumble under her feet. She stood in confusion looking straight on. She glanced down to see a skull by her feet. "Um... Hi?"