Myra was falling. Her feet had collapsed from under her body and her world was crashing down. There was nothing to grab hold of, nothing to stop her. She woke up in a rush, beads of sweat trickled from her forehead as she ran into her bathroom, splashing water onto her face. She really was not looking forward to the day to come. Her mother was not someone she enjoyed being around. Myra stared at her clock. She had a couple hours until she needed to get ready, and the sun was almost beginning to rise. Walking onto her balcony, she stared over the city, waiting for the day to start.