She nodded her head in response; as far as she could tell, it was the cause. With every attack, she had heard<span style="font-style: italic">something..</span>though she never mentioned it to anybody. The first two attacks had been screams. She had heard two different voices, crying out in utter agony. The voices had bounced around through her mind, both horrifying and hurting her; her first thought was that it was her own need to scream causing it, but after the second and third attacks, it was clear to her that was not the case. They sounded different, and the second scream sounded much like the voice that had just spoken to her.<br/><br/>Larea picked up the notepad, her intention being to relay all of this to him. As she put pen to paper, her body began to shake; slightly at first, but quickly intensifying. She didn't get far in her sentence before it became an illegible mess, and the pad and pen fell to the ground before long, her trembling fingers unable to grip them any longer. She stared at her shaking hands, trying to hold back the tears that were forming. What was happening to her? Only a few days ago, she had met these amazing friends, and she was finally happy for one of the first times in her life. Now, it seemed like she was falling apart. Were the voices real? Was someone trying to speak to her? Why did it hurt? Was she just going insane? She had no idea what to think, and the uncertainty of it terrified her. She didn't want to die, especially not now that she finally had a reason to keep living.