“Why?” she whispered more to herself than to the shadow. It moved, shifting around her bedraggled body. “Why me?” she asked, a whimper distorting her words.
“I come where I am called,” it seemed to say as it swayed to and fro. “It’s nothing personal.”
It felt personal to Emma. She didn’t want to die – death had been the last thing on her mind earlier that day when David had finally asked her out. She had her A’ level prom dress on order and shoes to die for hiding at the back of her cupboard, just waiting for their debut.
The shadow stilled. It was time. Darkness enveloped her mind, permeated her soul. She shivered as a last boost of adrenaline coursed through her veins, burning her insides as she twisted and struggled for breath. Silence.
Sad news of Emma Watson’s death hit the school. Staff and students alike were shocked by the news and mourned the passing of such a wonderful young lady.