Wounded Amethyst

Eyelids nervously trembled as tears began to create a shuddering stream down the cheeks that were blooming with hidden agitation.

Lips quivered as words evilly hid underneath a heavy, numb tongue. A skin filled with beads of sweat was slowly dying —

There on the bed, Amethyst was quaking whilst whispering muffled screams, her fingers clutching the woolly blankets. Her hair was wet with sweat that shamelessly pasted itself everywhere on her shivering body.

Of course, she was shivering like a signal flame held high in the air. Was it a dream that she was having? Truly, it was a very bad one. Right there, Amethyst sharply opened her bloodshot eyes which were filled with glistening tears. The Dark Fey had gotten up whilst gasping and gulping for air. She felt like it had been a very long while since she had last exported air into the chambers of her lungs.

She was openly terrified — everything that belonged to her was deadly shaking. "Where…where am I?" An agitated Amethyst uttered in