Aria began to back up warily. Her breath hitched in her throat as the fear blocked her sight. Her quick breathing was making some things blurry.
"Why didn't you come?" I static voice echoed in the room, light running feet filled the room.
"I'm sorry!" She cried "it was this boy-"
"A boy!!!!!??"
"He wouldn't let me leave! We started to have fu-"
"SILENCE!!!" The static voice boomed and Aria's legs were forced out from beneath her, finding herself on the floor.
"I'm sorry I-"
"I SAID, SILENCE!!!"
Aria was struck on her back by something, she suddenly felt excruciating pain. As though being whipped by an African whipping stick.
She cried out in pain. As her body shook. The pain in her back occurred over and over again.
Until she found her eyes getting heavy, and her head banged against the ground.
Meanwhile, Michael had been stalking the halls of the asylum. He would whisper for Aria in every open door hoping to find her.
He soon heard screaming cooing every direction. And he started running down the cold hall.
