After sitting down, Marcey's eyesight began to come back. She tapped her foot, hoping that her eyes would work harder to adjust while moving. She breathed slowly, and closed her eyes. "Marcey?" She didn't have to open her eyes to recognize her mother's voice.
It isn't real, it's just an illusion. "Honey, it's me. Let me in. Let me help yo-" Next thing Marcey heard was the slam of car breaks and the rush of water on her face. The gurgling, the inability to breathe. She tried to scream out, but instead, she stood up. She realized that it had all been a dream. She couldn't remember falling asleep, or even being tired. She felt suddenly dizzy, as she saw a girls outline running toward her.
"Mom?" Marcey whispered inaudibly. The girl got closer and closer, and seemed to be slowing down, her image taking on more color and shape. "I'm fine Kyra." She couldn't look her in the eye, incapable of showing defeat. She was silent, not wanting to suggest any unnecessary information. "Is Shrade mad at me? Please tell me he isn't."