When she drifts off, I lie there for ages, trying to get comfortable and failing. There’s a feeling of definite un-safety. Not exactly danger. Just un-safety. Something’s here, clicking through the pipes. It’s lurking in my temples, in my fingers. I can feel my shoulders start to tense, my joints engage. I’m used to this, I know what it means.
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‘Tabby,’ the voice came again, accompanied by a laugh.
Scratchy leaves brushed against her bare arms; she shut her eyes to brace for the imapct. This was it. her death. She was sure of it.
‘Ohmigod, Henry!’ she squealed as she opened her eyes. ‘I thought you were a serial killer!’
‘Shh..’ Henry whispered, unable to contain how funny he found the situation. ‘You’ll give away our location!’
‘Tabby crossed her arms across her chest. ‘You could have thought about that before you dragged me into a hedge. If I drop dead from fright, murder will be on your hands.’