EMMA
"You killed me, Emma. You killed me," Tyler accused.
Shaking my head in denial, I tried to take a step back only to realize I couldn't move.
My feet were cemented to the floor, and Tyler kept coming towards me, an angry look etched on his features. I tried to scream for help but my voice caught in my throat.
There was hatred in his dead, glazed eyes—hatred for me.
I didn't kill you, I wanted to scream, but all that came out was a whimper.
"You killed me, Emma," he said again, only this time, his lips didn't move. His voice came from inside my head.
"No," I moaned, finally breaking free of the paralysis that had gripped me as Tyler's, finger poked me on the chest.
"Emma! Emma, wake up!"
The voice pierced the haze clouding my mind. I felt a hand shaking my arm, and my eyes flew open.
With a gasp, I sat up panting, clutching the spot on my chest where that cold, dead finger had touched me.
I looked around wildly, trying to get my bearings.
