Her arms were now once again flailing in the air as the wind again shifted, sending her towards the opposite wall again. Putting her hands up she was determined to try something different, if she couldn’t control the wind then maybe she could control something else. Magically, her impact was softened by the layer of moss she had conjured up against the rocks. The wind only howled more, angry that she had managed to evade it’s assault. It pushed underneath her, sending her flying back up into the tunnel before dropping and allowing her to free-fall again. “Come on, Come on, Come on.” She thought to herself, trying to regain control. She tried to think of how she had controlled the wind through the pages. That’s when the answer hit her. …show more content…
“I can’t hate him, I’ve tried. I might have a little bit in the beginning, but I don’t even know if that was truly hate. I never saw him again. He didn’t even go to my funeral. “Is that why you went to the Other World?” “Yes, but I still couldn’t find him. I don’t know where he is. He must have died a long time ago, but I don’t know if I care anymore.” “You’ll never find me!” Irwin yelled, his voice echoing down the tunnel. “We better make sure he doesn’t get into any trouble.” Katherine turned away before Angela could say anything. They no longer walked arm in arm, Angela stayed slightly behind, mulling over her thoughts.
Katherine not hating her brother was not out of character, but she still found it surprising. Angela couldn’t imagine a person not hating their murderer, a part of her hated the doctors that had misdiagnosed her death. Which brought up the nerves and uneasiness of the idea that she didn’t know how she died.
The scream ripped through the silence. Katherine didn’t say anything, she just shot them forward with the wind. The flew down tunnels and through different openings faster then Angela ever thought