Henry's POV
"Wake up." Not daring to touch him, I stood up, pacing up and down.
"I'm scared." I covered my ears with my gloved hands, trying to block out the whisper that turned louder and louder.
"Wake up." I felt the shadowy energy growing along my arms, devouring me just as my emotions did.
"Wake up." Closer to the bed, then I stepped away.
"Now."
My presence is dangerous to you, but I can't leave you.
"Wake up."
-Or I will make you.
"Now."
-Or I will get rid of all the colors.
I pressed my hands so forcefully against my ears that I heard the crystalline barrier around my hands cracking.
-Of everything and everyone.
Up and down, I walked along the windows, kicking one of the chairs only to see it disappear in shadowy energy.
I looked at the view while hearing the whisper, the music, the beat—so loud it was deafening.
I touched my stomach, not feeling the familiar rustling... Yeah, I had showered in the meantime.
