[Music recommendation: Woodkid - Are You There]
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Instead of rushing to the nearest bathroom, Aliana ran toward her room on the top floor.
As her heels echoed across the vast hallways, her mind was relentlessly assaulted by those gruesome images of blood and gore. A pressing sense of urgency drove her forward, demanding she stay as far away from every single person as possible, just so her mysterious powers would not end up harming them.
Upon reaching her room, she locked the door shut before stumbling back. Her heart pounded frantically against her ribs while violent tremors raced through her body, making her skin flush hot once again.
"No... no... no!" she whispered, fisting her fingers into her golden locks.
She squeezed her eyes shut, desperately wanting Jacob's face, his agonising scream, and the splattered blood to disappear from her head.
But the memory continued to claw its way to the surface.
