Emma was breathing heavily. She was disturbed. She held her head tight. And she has something going on inside her head. She was pretending. She was hurting along. She had no idea about or why. "Damn," she kept cursing.
"What is going on?" She asked her brother.
"How would I know? What is troubling you?" He asked back. He knew exactly what was happening to her.
Her pasts coming back inside her head, memories trying to be restored. But the string spells blocking further leading to extreme headaches, painful frustrations and chaotic confusions.
Emma knelt down and fell on her right. Austin ran towards her, and took her in his arms. "Breath, relax," he said.