Chapter 87 Tate

• Violet’s eyes rolled in her head, yet she was still sitting in bed. She was twitching like she was reacting to something. I saw tears begin to trickle from her eyes. My skin went cold, and had goosebumps across it. I did not like what I was seeing.
• “Vi” I tried to shake her gently to wake her from what I was assuming could be a vision, but there was no response from her.
• Then all of a sudden, there was the most deafening, high-pitched scream coming from her lips, the worst sound imaginable. It sounds in pain, almost a tortured sound. And Violet’s eyes flash open, and they are wide open, staring into space, her pupils wide to the point they are almost taking over her eyes. She looks haunting.