I woke up in a strange room. Again. With a headache. Again. I really needed to stop getting myself into these situations. I looked around and straight away thought something was off. This room was familiar. Freakishly so. I couldn't place it, it was just a nagging feeling in the back of my mind, an itch that can't be scratched. I ignored it for now and sat up, my feet hanging off the side of the bed. Straight away, my head felt like it was splitting in half, I resisted the urge to scream but instead doubled over until the pain slowly ebbed away.

After a few painless moments I slowly eased myself to my feet, leaning on the bed for support I hobbled carefully to the door and tried to open it but of course it was locked. I walked a little more confidently back over to the bed and sat down on it, assessing my situation. I'm in a familiar room. The door is locked. Is there a window? No. Would I benefit from trying to escape blatantly? No. Am I going to survive living with Ash for more than another week? No. So in conclusion, I'm well and truly screwed. I realized that I had began to pace, my head no longer priority. Okay. Think Emba. I told myself. There's no way of me getting out safely but what about getting someone else in? Durion knew where my old room was. If I could get up there.. I formulated a plan. I needed to force a panic attack and use it as a way to get some sort of freedom inside the castle. I knew there was absolutely no way of me ever getting complete freedom again. Not with this 'new' Ash. Although now I had Dylan on my side, that could help. Okay. What gives me panic attacks? Other than Ash or his freaky cousins' mind control. Or maybe it's exactly that.. They make me feel helpless. I needed to feel helpless. Okay. I imagined myself completely confined to this one room. No. Smaller. I began to back into a corner, my eyes closed. Completely immersing myself in my own illusion. I felt myself start to shake and slide down the wall. I needed to be loud. If they didn't hear me, my plan wouldn't work. I weaved the crash into my vision. It was blurred but still enough to make me scream. I squeezed my eyes tighter but that only enhanced the vision. I pressed my shaking hands to my face but it still didn't help. I kept screaming until I heard several feet rush into the room with me. I heard them rush over and kneel down next to me. I could hear them talking but I couldn't register what they were saying. The crash kept replaying. I had stopped screaming but I was now crying and whimpering. I didn't mean for it to get this out of hand. I tried to concentrate on what the voices were saying but I couldn't stop the scenarios.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER?!" I heard Ash thunder.

I felt a cool hand brush my shoulder making me shy away.

"She's having a panic attack." I heard Dylan say, calm and cool as ever.

"FIX IT!"

"If you gave us some room and stopped yelling I believe I can."

I heard one pair of feet back up an'd the creak of the bed as someone, Ash I presumed sat down on it.

"Emba can you hear me? It's not real. You're stuck inside your own mind. Come back to me.."

I tried to listen to him, to follow that soothing voice back but I was struggling. I instead managed to speak. Having the same affect.

"Help me. It wasn't my fault..." I whispered. Before passing out.