Solitarius animas

A/N: I know I shouldn't really put this out already. This is all I've written but I need to know if it's good or not before I carry on writing it.

Darkness surrounded her. Screaming pierced her ears; her heart hammered against her chest her pace quickening. She tried to run the white corridors trapped her every door locked and every corner she turned he stood there smiling at her.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!!" She heard herself scream. No one came.

The same white skinned man haunted her dreams every night. His hands were everywhere the pain didn't stop. "Hush my angel." She heard his voice coated in an English accent. "Hush my angel." The face faded and a blue blur leant over her.

"Wanda." A gentle voice said. "Open your eyes for me."

  Blinking a few times the figures came into view.

"Is she okay?" Her friend asked hugging herself.

"I'm am here you know." Wanda replied sitting up. Hank helped her up.

"Any dizziness?"

"No." Wanda answered automatically then started to walk out the room.

"Wanda I think you should come down to the infirmary for some test." Hank expressed following her down the corridor.

"No." Wanda answered continuing.

"Wanda I know you don't like the infirmary but…"

She spun on her heel making the giant best stop dead in his tracks. "No, I will take a shower then see my kids then I'm gonna eat dinner, bathe the twins and if I have enough energy make love to my husband okay?"

Hank nodded.

"I don't have time for the infirmary, I passed out, I haven't eaten today. Heck I could even be pregnant again but I am never ever going to the infirmary again unless I'm trying to give birth or I'm dying okay?"

Hank sighed and nodded again.

Wanda turned back and walked off.

"Take the sleeping pills." He called after her.

"After I'm done with my husband I won't need sleeping pills." She laughed.

Kitty and Tabby stood behind Hank both smiling.

"That was scary shit." Tabby said shivering slightly.

"Who's gonna tell her she was screaming." Kitty asked.

"I'll speak to Kurt." Hank reassured them.

"Gotta give her credit her life has done one hell of a full circle." Tabby commented.

"What was she talking when she said my angel?" Kitty asked still freaked from what happened.

A/N:

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Luv Witch-uk xx