Ena felt something churn inside her stomach, and felt like she was going to throw up. A wave of nausea hit her and she started to run through the hallway, the underside of her shoes sliding noisily against the slippery floor. Ena knew more than to believe this was a stomach flu. A burning started from her groin, spreading through the rest of her body as a sheen of sweat broke out over her skin.
What's going on?!
Slamming the door to the bathroom shut, she entered one of the cubicles, locking it and pulled the lid down to the toilet seat, sitting down. Her arms tightly hugged her abdomen as she rocked back and forth, trying to calm down the furious beat of her heart.
She wanted it to stop, so badly. Her emotions were distraught and now her physical self was growing just as worse. Ena emitted a shattering cry, tears starting to flow down her face.
The burning grew, mounting inside her but the echoing of her voice against the walls was the last sign of her pain. Opening her eyes, Ena looked down. The sensation was gone - she felt perfectly fine.
Brushing aside the few strands of her hair that had fallen in front of her face, she straightened her posture but then froze when her eyes met the image in front of her. She'd released her pain, and as a result, materialized the thing she feared the most.