The inspiration/characters for this come from the new thing that I've been writing.
I was about to write 'it's really short'.. but that's kinda the point, so I won't. Here you go:
Shadows crept across the wall. Rose pulled her bedcovers up around her tightly, and watched them. She wasn’t afraid anymore.
And if they were coming for her, she was powerful enough to fight them away. Yet she knew that if they were coming, they would be coming for him, for Joseph.
She was ice cold; but she no longer noticed that. She had long grown used to the feeling that she was living within a fridge. She closed her eyes, and listened, pushing the shadows away. She could hear the wind coming nearer, roaring and whirling as it raced its way towards her, and she knew, as the shadows crept closer, and the wind grew closer, that it was nearly time.
She kept her eyes closed and concentrated harder.
He had taught her well; for the winds seemed to retreat as she concentrated and soon she was at the centre of the storm – the eye of the storm as they said, and it was nothing but a breeze swirling around her.
Rose smiled to herself, a smile full of knowledge and confidence.
It wasn’t time for him to go. Not quite yet. As she opened her eyes, the shadows recoiled.