˙VALKYRIE

I was almost done when the door flew open and my heart did a 360 in my chest, making one of the plates fall to the floor, a loud piercing sound splitting the air from the impact.

I scrambled down, my heart in my throat.

As I pick the pieces, a figure; the one who had just stepped into the kitchen, crouched, picking the broken pieces along with me. I stared at the feet of whoever was before me, and my skin crawled with fear. I couldn't lift my head. I didn't have the guts ...