Chapter 22

Cirilla's point of view

There was a painful feeling in my chest, hurting me and tormenting me. I burned with so much pain that it caused me to grip the sheets of the bed. Tears rushed down my cheeks as I writhed in pain.

I hated this pain. I wanted it to stop. The voice in my head was screaming, howling in pain. The intensity of her cries was affecting me. Aside from the furious pain I felt, something else was wrong with me, something that caused my head to throb, almost as if the pain and the cries were awakening something within me from a deep slumber.

I began to groan loudly. The lights around the room began to flicker, but that was the least of my worries. I felt suffocated. The burning pain in my chest began to work its way to my throat. There was this urge within me to scream, to be set free. I had to leave.

I forced my shaky legs up, staggering my way out of the room. I managed to find my way out of the house, racing into the cold night. I didn't stop; I kept running, having