#filiae-mortem

You know, where you lay in bed and you feel like you are actually falling through the springs and the fabric and the matter. Usually you would jolt awake, that's because you were conscience of the happening.

But this was played out differently.

Ryan could feel herself falling, so in the end she continued to fall through the dark pit of her mind. She wondered if she was floating, or maybe she was falling from space? She couldn't tell, all she knew she was falling, and she was enjoying the feeling of the fall. There was no surface for her to hit, so she found it quiet relaxing. She let her body go numb and she fell towards where ever she fall to. Maybe it would go on forever.

That was when everything started to jerk and swing.

The dream wanted her to feel like she was fine; she knew that her mind was playing tricks on her. The pendulum was swinging now, and she knew that once it started, there was no stopping it.

She felt herself hit the surface, wet and deep. She thrashed and screamed as bubbled escaped her mouth. She couldn't swim, she never learned. She hated the water, always have since she was five. What did she do to deserve this? She couldn't figure out anything now; her chest started to swell in pain and her stomach started to churn as the water started to get thicker and thicker. The heiress hit the bottom and pushed herself up to the surface, hoping to get some air.

The only thing stopping her were a pair of cold arms.