There was something on her fingers. It wasn't water. She couldn't see, so she held it up to her nose. It was blood.

Aletha Rys was what you'd call a background character. She never stood out, no even in her own family. But there seemed to be something bothering her at all times of the day. Something she kept to herself.
As she walked back from school, she turned the corner onto Liner's Street and walked to the very end. She didn't live there. In fact, she lived 20 minutes away on Cozer's End. When she got to where she was walking, she stood and faced the large house situated in front of her.
It was made of bleached wood, and the planks were chipped and burrowed into. The windows were large and coated in dust, so much so that the inside could not be made out through them. She walked up to the house, and held a finger out to the windows. She ran a finger through the dust and cleared out a peep hole. With her eyes pressed to the hole, she saw inside.
"AAAAHH" she screamed. She clutched her head and fell to the sidewalk. It hurt so much. Her vision was blacking out, and her legs were quivering. She felt as though someone had shot her in the head. A migraine of the worst kind. Accompanied by a memory.