Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Its claws dug in, scraping bottom.
Unearthing what was hidden underneath.
Then the roars shifted tone and cadence—morphing into other
ghosts. Other voices.
Older, deeper pains.
Their Vanisher will never be the same.
This is my swan song.
You can’t fix me.
Everyone will pay.
Damaged.
What are they hiding in that impenetrable little brain?
Sophie, please—stop!
Each cry came with flashbacks. The memories shredding and
slicing and stabbing. Blending old wounds with new—except the last
one.
The last phrase stayed detached.
A nameless, faceless haunt—the voice familiar but impossible to
place.
And the monster fixated. Roaring over and over and over.
Sophie, please—stop!
And for a fraction of a second, her thoughts flickered to a pair of
terrified green eyes.
Recognition hit.
But she wasn’t alone anymore. There were new voices—stronger
than the ghosts.
Calling her name.
She lunged toward the sound and the sound lunged for her—and
when they met, the shadows crumbled, burying the monster as she