Alphonse moved closer to the bed, her hands shaking in shock. She shook her head in disbelief, trying to shake away the image.
The body was still. There was a disgusting stench that filled the room. As she walked closer to the bed, she saw how white the body was. There were bones poking out. She almost puked. Her hands began to shake like crazy, and chills raced across her. She couldn't decide wether or not she wanted to keep moving forward. She obviously didn't want to, but hey, "curiosity killed the cat", she though. Alphonse didn't know the true meaning of that phrase.
In almost a zombie-like fashion, she continued forward. It started to sink in more and more. There was a dead body right in front of her.
There was a book right next to the girl. Alphonse began to think back to what Charlie had told her that morning. Thick, green, and healthy vines seemed to grow from the book. They spread around the room and looked as if they entangled the girl. Well, not looked, they had. Her arms, her legs, the only thing they didn't touch was her face.
She walked forward, getting a better look at the girl's face. The girl was much older than Alphonse. Old enough to be... her mother.
Alphonse opened her mouth to scream, but at first nothing happened. Suddenly, her throat felt nails race out of her mouth and everything seemed to be on fire. Her eyes, her head, her ears. She tried to rip the vines in horrible rage. Nothing happened. She created fists with her hands and her overgrown nails cut into her hands. Everything in her tensed up. She swore she heard the thunder crack louder.
All of a sudden, she fell. She became a puddle on the ground herself. Boiling tears streamed from her eyes and her head felt like a drum being played on. She screamed and cried and stayed on the floor until it stopped raining.
