??? POV
The burning stopped, the pain that hid in my mind erupted. I could hear voices in my head. I started to walk.
" Tag! Your it!" A little girl's voice cried, the little girl I once trusted. The girl I helped. Only to get repaid harmfully.
I kept walking, clunk, clunk, clunk. My footsteps pounded against the metal floor. The walls were so familiar. I gripped the red mask closer with my hands. Two thoughts ran through my mind, Where is he?...So, I'm free? The sound of another voice entered my mind.
"Slow down! Your gonna get hurt, Elizabeth!" The voice of my brother a deep, cultured voice. A slight accent. A month after my death, I heard his neck crack from the other side of the room. I heard his cries.
I kept walking through the metal corridor, the door was only two yards away, one yard, two feet. An inch. Suddenly another voice entered my head.
"Hannah, promise me." A voice I loved, the voice that I always wanted to hear.
"You'll stay there, I'll find you."
