Murder In The Castle

Freya's POV

I found myself thinking about that night for the umpteenth time. Her words. "Even like this, you're still one lousy attention seeker."

I was back there. In the courtyard. Running.

It was empty and silent except for the tap tap of my bare feet slapping against the damp cobblestones of the courtyard as I ran with all my might.

The wind whipped through my hair, but I couldn't tell if it was the wind or my own breath that was making my scalp prickle.

I could hear the sound of my own cries, but it sounded like someone else's voice, echoing in an endless abyss.

My shallow breaths grew louder, heavier, faster with each passing second and crescendoed until —

Silence. An infernal, ear-splitting silence.

The quiet in the courtyard gradually morphed into something thick and ominous, and was suddenly interrupted by slow, light, almost imperceptible footfalls from behind me.

Her phantom breath brushed against my neck, crawling beneath my skin. "You are one scared little bitch,