her name was isabel.

The shaking won't stop.

Gets worse the closer I get to it. To her.

My fingers won't cooperate, won't close. My teeth don't stop rattling.

I clench my jaw so tightly it hurts.

She's hiding in the nook beneath the sink.

A shadow, glowing darker than the lightless room.

A small figure, her knees curled up to her chest.

Black liquid eyes streaming down her pointed face.

She speaks.

A dry voice. Barely more than a whisper.

The hair on the back of my neck rises.

I want to hear her. I don't want to hear her. I want it all to stop.

I want to get closer.

So I do.

I stretch out a hand towards her, "Who are you?"

"...remembered."

She shows me those moments.

Hands around her neck.

"Please." No.

Mud on her face; her body. God, no.

"I just want to be remembered.

Will...you? Remember?"