Chapter 17: What more proof did they need?
After he left, Alice sighed. Death... She had always wondered about the feeling.
It was probably horrible, when it was done horribly, that is.
There was such a thing as a peaceful death, right?
But no matter if it was peaceful or horrible, death was sure to be dark.
Once again, she sighed.
"I want a peaceful death." She muttered and that voice spoke again.
*You won't die*
"Oh, shut it!" She ground her teeth, frustrated at the voice that kept commenting at intervals and was never able to make a complete sentence.
They were always short phrases like their connection with her was being obstructed.
Even if it wanted to retaliate when she cussed at it, she wouldn't hear it because he already used its chance.
'It's all in my head.' she thought to herself. 'So why does it say such annoying things to me? Fuck!'