This is a story I wrote a long time ago, so if the writing style seems different, that's because it probably is. I'm still going to continue my other story, I'll just have to finish this one and write that one at the same time. Reviews are adored. Thanks for reading.

Chapter 1: Suspicions

Driving down the very familirt road, everything seemed so quiet. "The calm before the storm," Emilia thought aloud. She knew she had to go somewhere. They would be looking for her.

"Why am I running? I should've just stayed and called the police. Now I'm a suspect! I didn't do it!"

Despite the doubts going through her head, she kept driving past the home and neighborhood she knew all to well. She passed schools and churches until she could no longer recognize what was around her.

"Where am I? What am I doing?"

Frustrated and confused, Emilia searched the glove compartment for anything that might help her think. All she found was a cassette of her favorite local band, DropGun, and put it in. With the music playing loudly in the background, she continued driving.

The tape ended and a faint screaming sound could be heard in the distance. That wasn't screaming. As it got closer, she could recognize the sound of a siren. Emilia noticed lights in her rearview mirror and realized that she had been caught. In panic, she grabbed the little bit of money she had and ditched the car in the parking lot of an empty gas station.

Running blindly through the damp darkness of the woods with branches ripping at her face and arms, she began to realize what she was doing. With that reality, she began to feel her wounds and exhaustion hits in an instant, forcing her to stop and rest on a rock.

She felt the cold surface and the stinging of her cuts as the air seemed to get warmer and warmer. "At least I can still feel," she said with a laugh. But it wasn't her voice; it was distant and foreign, and it wasn't her laugh; it was shaky and uneasy. "I didn't do it!" she yelled to no one and everyone.

The air around her got thicker and thicker until she was barely able to breathe as her hair clung to the sweat on her forehead. She started to panic as her breaths got shorter and she tugged at the neck of her shirt.

Nothing.

Nothing and nowhere.

All at once she was blind and deaf.

Everything was black.