Shiloh was stilled crouched in the library, reading her book. Rising from the ground, she finally went back to her room, book in hand. She opened the door and let out a small yelp. Her room was consumed with blood. Two bodies lay on the ground.......mom...dad? Her mind raced.Who had done this? She wondered, in horor. Backing away from the room, she closed it. The horor was too much, she didnt want to deal with anything. Ever since she had come to the school, nothing but death, fighting, and sorrow. It seemed to haunt her, and she didnt want anything to do with it. How could she escape the strange happenings that followed her everywhere? How could she shake the memories into the past?
All of a sudden her hands began to shake, her eyes felt glazed, and her stomach churned. Her mouth trembled, unsure if she should scream for no reason. Thats all she felt like doing. Would screaming and crying help the pain and past to vanish? She didnt know, all she could do was try. Racing down the hall, Shiloh opened her mouth and screamed, covering her ears, trying to forget about life. The screaming echoed through the halls, rooms and the second level. Was it working? Who cared? It felt good. She continued her half, sobbing scream as she ran through the hallways, terrified.