The Happening

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.