"You need to show your face! Don't act like a coward! I am not going to do anything until you explain to me what is happening!" Isiah warned into the empty air.
For half an hour he kept on yelling and screaming, his throat growing raw amidst the total absence of replies from the scary voice that had tormented him earlier.
Then, unlike all the other times, Isiah felt a sudden physical sensation, as if a wave of intense heat took over his body and soul.
"You have zero patience. How come you survived all these past years with that attitude of yours?" a voice teased.
Isiah was too shocked to speak at first, startled that throwing a temper tantrum had actually drawn a response.
'I didn't think that throwing a tantrum would get me what I want so easily,' he thought, a faint, bitter smile touching his lips.
