Virus - My little closet friend -pg 34

The atmosphere gained life, but Cream didn't even bother noticing it. She could feel it; all the negativity suffocating herself and still questioning on why the devil always wins.

Still continuing on looking down, Cream listens to her last heartbeats, It was a pleasant sound to her. Her eyes were shiny, but burning with acid. They are tiny diamonds in her eyelashes. Baby waterfalls streamed down her cheeks. Her face is pale as a spirit and her limbs felt as if they were going to break, like a toothpick. Slowly closing her eyes, she allows her ears to take charge and listen to the violent wind...until, it stopped. Everything became still, but Cream remained in that position.

Suddenly, Cream's eyes split open and her hair turns into fluffy needles. Tilting her head to the side, she catches a glimpse of someone sprinting in the dark. She springs up, back straight like a ruler and eyes whiter than snow.
"Oh my God!" She whispers, her vocal chords trembling hurtfully.

She turns her head towards the left; where the exit of the bedroom was; everything looked normal. She then turns her head towards the right; where the other exit was; again, everything looked normal. Then, she looked dead ahead; into a mirror. She stared into it, soullessly. Everything, every object, every fiber in her body looked so dead yet so peaceful in the reflection.
"So," Cream mumbles to herself. "This is what hell feels like, I suppose."