Niola could no longer take the loud noise that was all around her. The images of everyone around her began to blur together and a surreal feeling engulfed her. It felt like her breathe was being pressured by some unseen force, and her consciousness was wavering. If she did not get out of the room immediately, Niola would undoubtably faint. A case of claustrophobia was all it was, as well as being trapped within a swarm of unidentifiable people. In her eyes, every single one of them bore the same, blurred face of their partner. They also seemed to be swaying...left...right...left...right...it was too much! Before Niola could help it, her body tilted forward, only to fall backwards against a wall.
******Flashback/Dream******
A small child of eight stood on a wooden stage, gazing eagerly at the faces in the crowd. They were all cheering and laughing, as though a festival was occuring. The little girl's light brown hair seemed to follow everyone's mood, for it was shaking and swivering in an unseen wind. For a moment, utter silence filled the air as the child stepped forward and hid her eyes from view. Then, she revealed her big, golden eyes towards the crowd; they were filled with determination and a new will to carry out her mission for the day. A black mic was gripped in her tiny fingers, ready to amplify her magnificent voice.
In the distance,
I can hear you calling,
Somewhere in my mind,
I know your here,
Yet when I run to you,
I find nothing,
All that's ever left is
Air...
Why can't you see me crying,
Why can't you hold me near,
When will this pain stop hurting,
When will I see
your--
So the sun rises in the sky,
And the darkness
ebbs away,
Somewhere in my heart,
I know I'll find you
Near...
And so I run--
A horrific scream sliced through the song, causing the girl's voice to suddenly cut off. Everyone seemed to be panicking, and some were even sobbing. It finally became clear to why everyone seemed to be so frightened, and it all was because of this girl's song. She fell to the floor of the stage, clutching her face and trying her best not to look. However, as the amount of screaming people amplified, the child could no longer keep her gaze away. Small tornados -- or rather, long, thin whirlwinds -- were threatening the lives of everying below. Unable to speak, the girl simply reached out her hands and prayed that the tragic event would stop. Unfortunately, it only got worse. Then, the blame was placed on the child, for such a paranormal event was not the first. They began to shout and tear their way at the girl. Louder and louder...the terrified child had no place to run...screams...shouts...louder...louder...
Then, utter darkness...
******End******
When Niola woke up, she was in a bed with something cold on her forehead. Getting up was still impossible for her, yet she wanted to know where she was. Hoping to find something that could help, all Niola could find was a clock that told her it was close to midnight...
((OOC: By the way, that was Niola in the flashback; just so you know.
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