Back at the home everything seemed so normal as if life had never really stopped. It was weeks after the accident and she was trying to bring herself back to her current situation. She had begun recovering her memories but was still figuring out what to do. She couldn’t conjure whatever that haze was in her subconscious but almost yearned for a sign of help from it/he- whatever he was.
The next day she went for a stroll around the block where IT had happened. She could sense some negative energy around that area; she brought herself to the scene and couldn’t believe she had survived it. Her phone rang which startled her for a minute….
“Come home dear, I need you to come back.”
“Why?” was the last thing she half said before her mum hung up on her.