A deep, tired sigh. It was late at night, and Minervah was having trouble falling to sleep. She tossed and turned, burying herself beneath the covers and laying over them. Curling up or spreading out, nothing made a difference. Now she was getting frustrated.
Infact, she gave up. Throwing the covers off of her restless body, the fourteen year old climbed out of bed, and grumbled her way toward the staircase. Only, as she reached it, she could have sworn...Had she seen a shadow at the bottom? An ownerless shadow. There had been nobody standing there...Right?
Right. Minervah, you're just tired. You're probally starting to imagine things. Just imagining it.
Only, as she begun to creep her way downstairs, she had that horrible, intimidating feeling. Was someone watching her?
Down the stairs. Into the kitchen. She didn't turn the light on, simply because she could see perfectly fine in such deep darkness. In some aspects, Minervah could be compared to a vampire, though she was far from that. She opened the fridge. No light came on from the inside. Only more darkness, a black that she couldn't see through. Familiar curls of smoke spilled out onto the kitchen floor, crawling up the walls.
Leaving the fridge open, the redheaded child gasped, dashing for the exit of that room instantly - Only to be tripped up, and fall flat on her face. By the time she looked up, the darkness had incased all the room, and blocked the exit. Was she...Moving backwards? Yes. She could feel the black licking across her flesh as she passed.
Her mouth opened in a scream. In that instant, she knew she needed help. The girl had left the crystal that her Father gave her upstairs, so she knew she wasn't protected anymore. She knew.
(i "You can't control) (bold (i ME!)") Croaked out a mocking, deep voice. Minervah began to claw at the surface beneath her, only to manage to comb through the thick whisps of fog. Another scream, this time, with words of her own.
"FATHER! DAD!" Her eyes welled up. She'd never witnessed something so frightening in her entire life; Now she was sinking.
"LORENZA! IAN! UNCLE?!" Her only answer? A cruel, heartless laugh of success. As the darkness surrounded the child, she lost the ability to not only see and speak, but breathe. A whole new panic set in. She could thrash about as much as she liked, trapped in a cushion of black, but she couldn't escape.
Pressure built up in her head and chest. She felt like she was going to explode! Was she going to die? Why wasn't anyone helping?!
Then, she sat up, eyes snapping open, lungs pumping wildly for air as her heart battered it's cage of bone. She was in her bed, it was daylight, and... With a quick check, she was safe, the crystal sat at her bedside.
Minervah wiped the tears from her eyes, only to have more spill down. When she'd awoken from the nightmare, she'd been screaming. Now her throat was sore, and her system was even more tired than when she first went to sleep.