I blink. Now not only is everybody staring, they're paying attention as well. Millie is staring attentively at me, peering at me with a frown -much so like Gabby did- and for a moment, I see a flash of green behind her glasses. A shiver runs up my spine.
I blink again, my heart beat accelerating, and I quickly push away from the table, running towards the bathroom. I hear their pounding footsteps following me as I lean over to empty my already empty stomach.
I don't know how long I stay like that, staring at the swirling contents mingle with the toilet water. I hadn't eaten yet, so it's not chunky, but a smooth consistency that makes me hurl again. The sound echoes in my ears and I sit back in a daze. For minutes, days, years- I wouldn't know.
"Is she okay?" I hear someone ask, from the other end of the tunnel.
Their voice echoes and it rings in my ear drums, sending sharp pains through my head. I whimper and curl into a ball as I rock myself away from my troubles..
More voices.
They echo, shouting for me. I want them to stop; I want them to stay away from me. But still they stay, and still I fight, because there's something wrong with me. Something wrong with my sister, with Millie.
I clutch my head, green light vividly flashing behind my shut eyelids. I freeze. Because it's a bright green colour. Like the bald man's eyes in the woods. Like the creature that nearly ate me.
Like evil; a darkness so thick and heavy, you could feel it.
But, that's not her; couldn't be. Millie's a good person, a smart person. She's my sister.
Millie?
Author's Note:
I swear the mood swings of this book are just intense. Welcome to another short entry; I just can't seem to plan. Hope you enjoyed it -albeit short- and if you did, do click on that star and make this world a little brighter. And if you don't like anything or just like it so much you want to tell everyone about this, comment down below, dm me, tell people about it. Whatever you gotta do, just do it. For now, I hope you have a lovely day, later now.
Peace out.
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The Prophetess
Fantasy"Their lives rest in your hands, Sera. Don't fail them." The old lady said, and before I could put a word in, she disappeared; just like dust. Seventeen year old Sera has always considered herself to be the 'mum' of her odd family, and always acted...
