Ethan;
Panic.
It's all I feel. It's so deep and merciless that I can feel every inch of me quivering in response.
I am shaking mercilessly, and my breathing has lost rhythm.
My teeth chatter so hard they hurt, and I can't stop the sobs that are, for some reason, escaping me.
I don't understand anything. All I know is that everything is dark, and I feel exceptionally cold. It's… so cold it's almost freezing.
"I didn't mean to…" I croak, and only after the words leave my mouth do I realise that something is wrong.
With my voice. This isn't what I sound like. This voice… it's… It's much younger. More… fragile and innocent.
The voice of the boy I grew out of, many, many years ago.
"I didn't mean to do it… I was scared… I was just scared…" I cry again, my heart starts thudding as my mind furiously scrambles to understand what is going on.
My hands are trembling in front of me, and when I look down at them, they're red.
With… blood.
Thick… and sticky.
