Shadow Singer Novels & Stories

‘FOURTH SESSION WITH SUBJECT 11, APRIL 4TH 1996 TIME : 14:30 IN ATTENDANCE : PROFFESSOR THOMAS MOORE, TODD LAVERY AND SUBJECT 11 (SUBJECT 11 APPEARS RELAXED AND CALM. PROFFESSOR MOORE HAS TAKEN HER UNDER. SHE SHOWS NO SIGNS OF AGITATION OR DISCOMFORT. ) PROFFESSOR MOORE: WHAT IS YOUR NAME? SUBJECT 11: I AM CLAUDINE. PROFFESSOR MOORE: WHERE IS AMELIA?

It is so dark here… I want to get out from here but I can’t move my hand and lags feels like I am paralyzed… Why? I am trying my best to move but I can’t. Why? Help! Help! I want to get out from here… soon I lost my hope… Unexpectedly, I saw someone swimming towards me giving me her hand and she is a girl… girl? I can’t see her face, I want to see her… who is she? It is so dark here; I want to see her but unfortunately… “Sam”, I heard someone is calling me, it sounds similar… I realized that,

He's faded into the shadows where he'd come from, blending once again into the night. Some time after he disappears into the shadows, I'm sitting with the card in my hand, still contemplating. A party. It's absurd, but maybe he's right. Maybe I need something to drown the memories—just for tonight. Twenty minutes later, I find myself stepping into a cacophony of blinding lights and pounding bass, feeling like a damsel in distress in my pretty simple dress. My colleague’s words echoes in my mind as laughter, shouts, and clinking glasses rise above the chaotic music. Sweaty bodies press together on the crowded dance floor, the air is thick with the tang of alcohol and the bass vibrating throug

I sputtered, trying to push him away, but his stance was firm. He didn't stop until the glass was emptied. I grimaced at the bitter taste of the liquid. My throat felt hot and I coughed slightly. “Take one last glass, Mrs,” he said. “Last one, I promise.” I shook my head desperately, still trying to absorb the taste of the liquid. I could hear the music faintly from the room I was. If I screamed, it wouldn't make a difference because of the loud music that erupted the hall. Diego might not even be searching for me. Why would he care about my whereabouts?