Floating

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I wake up from some sort of dream.

I'm floating.

"Ana! Get down here! Why is there a smashed glass... ANA! Come clean this up! This will be taken out of your allowance!"

Mom?

"Anastasia Hazel Witchet!"

It suddenly comes flooding back to me. The person, the music too loud, the voices coming from the back of my head screaming do something for yourself. The glass smashing to the floor.

I want to rip my hair out, throw it all away. Just like everything else.

"What the hell Ana! Come down here! Anastasia Hazel! I'm coming to get you..."

I see myself, lifeless on the floor.

What's happening?

My mom walks into the hallway, heading for the stairs because she thinks I'm in my room.. She's wrong.

She mumbles some incoherent words, not knowing the danger ahead.

She walks into the living room, and gasps.

"ANASTASIA" she says in panic.

Oh my god. I can't see her like this.

"What has happened?!" She sobs.

She gets on her knees and listens for my heart, looks for my breathing, but it's not going to happen. I can't take this.

I feel like someone has stabbed me, straight in the heart. I love my mother and I can't see her like this.

She runs for the phone, dials 911, and explains frantically.

She hangs up and slides to the floor.

"Mom! Please don't cry!" I tell her, but I know she can't hear me.. It goes through her. Emotion not changing. I wish I got to tell her how much I love her. Please bring me back.

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