Chapter 7! Hope wewe like it. Please comment!


The darkness surrounding me made me feel defenseless. I was still able to hear and feel the rain but defenseless all the same.
I heard sniffing than hot breath on my skin. The inayofuata thing I heard surprised me the most. It was a soft gentle wine. Than it disappeared altogether I know I should be feeling scarred out of my wits right but I wasn’t. I felt calm oddly and … safe.
inayofuata I heard footsteps great now that scares me.
“Alana can wewe hear me? You’re okay you’re salama now I’m going to get wewe out of here.” I was thankful to hear Ethan’s voice.
I felt his warm strong arms around me and that was all it took to make me feel complete. I could feel him carry me effortlessly through the woods. I tried to tell him I was sorry but it was no use my voice wouldn’t corporate. So I gave up. I desperately wanted to see his face but I was just going to have to forget about that. I felt so helpless. I deeply regretted leaving him there the way I did but my anxiety that I would be hurt kwa him was too great to ignore.
I got a flood of picha from when I was little. picha I had long forgotten and never wanted to remember but needed to remember.
My mother and father standing in a big beautiful house they looked so sad. It was hard for me to remember but I was remembering all the same.
“They’re coming sweet heart.” My mother cried through tearless sobs. “There is nothing we can do this time. If we stay we will kill all of our loved ones including ourselves.”
“what if Alana were too…” She cut him off.
“Evan if Alana were too put both of her shields up it wouldn’t be enough. They will still find us. Besides it would just make her weaker and zaidi prone to their threats.” She was sinking further and further into her despair.
My father was holding my mother tightly in his arms; as she rested her beautiful face into his chest he whispered into her ear. She quickly composed herself and turned to look at me.
The image faded and jumped to another memory.
This time my uncle was there.
“I will take good care of them don’t worry I know what to do. songesha often enough so that people don’t get suspicious. Sneak animal blood to Alana when she blocks her memory and be aware. Anything I’ve seemed to have missed?” My uncle alisema stressed out now.
“Don’t forget to look for any signs of them.” My mother alisema broken hearted. “And to tell them I upendo them every siku for me.”
I remember running to her and begging both of my parents not to go. They left me though but I was too young to make any sense of the situation. All of my memories were back. And it made sense now why I was so weak all the time. I kept a tight grip on how much I allow myself to remember.

Next chapter is in Ethan’s point of view;)