**Emily’s POV**A loud banging sound from a distance tore me out of the darkness called sleep, and when I opened my eyes, I was shocked to discover that my recently renovated room had once again been brought down to nothing but black ash.Nothing stood this time around, not even the door leading to the corridor. I gasped at the havoc I had wrecked and wondered when I had done it because I could not remember doing something like this.No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t seem to pinpoint when and how I had burnt down my room. At least I knew I screamed a lot before it happened but this time I couldn’t remember a thing.The vanity mirror which had survived it the first time caught my attention; but this time instead of standing royally like it used to, it now laid on the floor in a pile of molten gold which had hardened again to form nothing worthwhile, but gold all the same.The smell of burnt ruins filled my nostrils as I tried to get up and I began coughing violently as it almost s

Emily’s POV My head ached so much that I could literally feel it try to fall off my neck. It was so bad that I could feel tears slowly leak out of my eyes. I felt ill and feverish and could almost feel myself coming down with a fever. Another problem I encountered was the fact that whenever I tried to eat something, I threw it up but at the same time I wanted to eat everything in my way. I felt dizzy too and it wasn’t such a nice sensation. I didn’t know what I was coming down with but at the same time I knew it wasn’t something good. I thought about my father as well and about the weird dreams I have been having about him for a while now. I was conflicted, and sick, and tired and also worried. I wanted all of these challenges I was encountering to come to an end. I needed a way out of this mess. Alexander needed to know what was happening to me, needed to be told just so that a doctor could be alerted but I couldn’t bring myself to talk to him. After everything that has happe

Emily’s POV I felt a bit uncomfortable. In fact, I was extremely uncomfortable. I guess that was the best way to describe how I felt at the moment.I couldn’t figure out why Mary and Chad had been staring at me in a funny way ever since I woke up about an hour ago.It was beginning to get on my nerves!They even talked in hushed whispers and I could see them glancing at me every now and then. The most annoying part was how they had decided to be obvious that there was something up but still decided not to say a word about it to me.Ignoring them, I slowly walked into Mary’s kitchen to help myself to a cup of coffee but was immediately shrugged to the side by Mary who snatched the cup away from my hands.“What’s that for?!” I snapped, glaring at her as some of the coffee had spilled onto the countertop.“It’s not healthy for you.” She quickly said, and to prove her point, she opened the fridge, brought out a pack of iced tea and set it right in front of me.“Ice teas are better.” She

Emily’s POV I stood under the dark cloud, looking around frantically, only to discover that there was no one in sight and that I was in a dark alley. How did I get here?The chilly wind blew against my hair, ruffling it, and I spat out when some bits of my hair flew into my mouth.Goosebumps ran over the length of my skin like little rashes when I took in my surroundings and discovered that I was in that tunnel, that same dark tunnel that had been plaguing my dreams for a while now. The same one my father was kept hostage in.I was conflicted. I didn’t know whether to go on into the tunnel or to go back but the urge to see my father, even if it was for a few seconds, made me walk towards the dimly lit end.The unmistakable sound of thunder sounded a few meters away from where I was, and even though I was supposed to expect it- due to the slight drizzle- I still jumped in fright.I could feel my heart pounding wildly against my rib cage as I walked, but that was not enough reason to

Emily’s POV My head hurt, even my eyes too; It felt as though I was rushing things, but we only had limited time before Ethan, the psycho, would decide to murder my father.Mary was teaching me about how to locate stuff via our inner eye or whatever the fuck she must’ve called it, and just as bad I have issues remembering what it was called, that was also how bad I kept forgetting the first few steps.Mary, who was obviously tired of me and how slow I was, was still able to put up a smiling facade and prepped me with words like,“I trust you can do it!” When we both knew I couldn’t.“I am exhausted.” I murmured under my breath. In fact I knew that I couldn’t go on anymore. It was more difficult than I expected.“Try to focus on the place you always see in your dreams.” She replied hastily as if that would in a way, help me with it. For fucks sake I’ve been imagining that same place for over an hour now!“And that’s exactly what I’ve been doing,” I replied with an eye roll.Mary probab