To-Do List: Find Me.

Anger

"Hey... Hey, wake up..."

Red's mind obeyed the words uttered against her delicate ears. Upon her awakening, the atmosphere was completely different. She felt the gentleness of the breeze on her skin. She felt the warmth of what she assumed to be the sun soothe her frozen muscles.

She tried to open her eyes, command her muscles to get up. They dismissed her orders, no matter how increasingly strict she set them across. Slowly entering a state of panic, she kept telling her joints to move, but to no avail.

She was too weak to contract even a single muscle.

The whispers had turned into echoes by then -- numerous voices of silky lace wrapped around her head, turning that friendly comfort into suffocation. It masked her skull, seeping into its cracks, then infiltrated her brain, stimulating the crooks of her mind.

It hurt in no way -- for Red it was but a nuisance. Hot blood rushed through her body, pumping her organs full of adrenaline. Her muscles tensed. She was feeling another emotion.

What was its name again... It didn't matter.

Red knew this feeling. It made her blood boil, her teeth gritted against each other while her whole body shook and trembled tremendously, trying to contain it. She felt as if she was going to burst.

And she did. Just not in the way she expected.

The emotion gave her enough energy to shoot right up, landing on her knees and throwing blind punches into the air. Her stare turned sharp and pierced the surroundings. But getting up wasn't enough.

She got up on her feet and ran.

Red didn't know where she was running to. She was just so full of energy, her bubbling blood being hot enough to burn anyone if they dare touch her. Energy that had no source -- an impossible feat indeed.

But the energy did not last long, and soon, she grew tired. Running with no aim had been the best solution to kick herself out of this state. She sat back down, panting heavily, trying to assess what she was feeling now that she's calm.

A good few moments, and she figured it out.

"Anger."

She analyzed it even further. The rage she felt was bizarre, to say the least. There was no real reason to be mad. The voices only had to annoy her a little to stimulate such a reaction. Had she always been like this?

Shoving the thoughts aside, Red looked around her. The landscape was completely empty, and nothing like what she had first perceived it to be. She was in another space, resembling a white room, but with no visible end. Just like where she first woke up in, before it all happened. Brother still was not with her, however.

She walked and walked, certain that she will find Brother again. And then the hallway.

Maybe she will.

Maybe she won't.