Chapter 32:

Was it going to rain?

Hell yes. Emma panted heavily, her eyes peeking at the curtains once in a while, gently, she watched how the thunder lightened the room gently, scary, she wanted to die right now.

She gripped the sheets heavily, hiding under the plain sheets, no, no, please don't let it rain, her heart pounded heavily, her dark eyes losing its colour. She was alone now in her room, in the middle of midnight, while praying not to rain.

And, the worst part, it was going to rain. The thunder strikes again, and Emma gripped the sheets harder pulling it closer to her body, fear pounds through her veins, panic courses through her lungs and she struggled to breath.

"Please don't let it rain today." Those were her silent prayers, wishing for the damn rain to end- even though it hadn't even began.

Memories started to flood her brain, that same day, she was right there in her room, she shivered before hauling under the blanket, shaking agreessively. The memories, why in the hell were they