Emberwood a partial list of things currently inside you: blood, skull, ghost

Ran into a tree maybe.
 
Mallaidh nods, dumbly. The last thing she remembers is running so it doesn’t seem like a stretch to believe. It must be but no matter how hard she tries, she can’t pull it from memory. It doesn’t matter now (or so she hopes) and she steps all the way out of the water as he asks more questions, this time ones she wish she could forget.
 
“I broke up with my girlfriend,” she explains, licking her lips. “I don’t think her mom liked that very much,” she adds, though after hearing it out loud, it sounds stupid. She can barely remember why she’d run in the first place, aside from being terrified, but she’ll come to discover her anxiety leads her into strange places.