Away.

Blaire: I had no idea how I had remained like this, but I could hear voices echoing in my head, the edge in their tones indicating worry and fear. My whole body was stiff, unable to be moved. I felt myself floating in a dark abyss, falling deeper into the darkness with my arms spread apart and my eyes closed. I could hear whispers slithering past my ears, their distorted voices claiming it's own, the words different from the others. I could only fall deeper with a weird kind of peace encasing me. The deeper I fell, the more I felt my body grow more limp. Was I dying? Thoughts swam in my head; the only recollection I could make was dated back to when that foul-smelling beast had touched me, enlisting a sharp sensation that closely resembled a sharp knife being dragged against my stomach. My memories warped, taking me back to the old house I yearned for. The familiar scent of apple pies and banana muffins wafted through my nose. My ears twitched as the merry laugh I shared with my mother