Whisper's POV:
The midnight hour struck. I usually was fast asleep by now after absorbing in a book but I couldn't seem to even shut my eyes without an electrified shock going throughout my body. I was being taunted by something...or somebody.
Darcy tossed in her bed sheets, making a crinkling noise. That didn't help the current state but I still led down on my pillow attempting my unwanted approach to sleep. But it just didn't proceed to the farthest point I needed. I heard light footsteps on the balcony outside. They must have been from a fairly regular human being...but why were they here? A shot of anxiety flew through me. They couldn't mean much harm...I pushed myself eagerly forward, attempting to make out the noise a little better but it was not familiar. I key clicked in the lock with a firm hand. This may have been my last viewing of the world. I inhaled the soft air, savoured it and with a push a figure was in. I was stuck.
"You live HERE!?" Who even was she? "Don't look so worried you numb nut..." She paused, looking up at the top bed. "You got another sister already?" I shook my head, trying to piece it all together. I gave her a long stare. "S-S..." I stuttered..."Silvia. Silvia Soul. I'm here to collect you."
TO BE CONTINUED...
YOU ARE READING
The Souls of Main Street - A role play fanfiction by BunBun Online
Fantasy"You'll be safe here," whispered a voice in her ear, the smooth air pushing the hairs on the back of her neck up. Her ears were ringing as if a war bomb had been implanted right there...Maybe it had. Can Whisper change the future as the Tradesman sh...
