MOTHER?

"Danielle? Danielle?! Danielle do something!"

My body jerked and my eyes shot open, My breathing was erratic and my throat felt like it had been glued to its walls.

I licked my lips and looked around briskly. The walls were white, the scent of disinfectant hit my nose and I internally gagged. My hands traced over the object I was currently sitting on before I gradually registered the fact that I was in a hospital and sitting in the waiting room.

For a moment there, I hoped this was fake.

That Rye's terrified and frantic yells for help were just mere illusions like my panic attacks and nightmares.

That I didn't see the woman I called mother laying in a tub full of water stained with her blood, that Rye didn't slap me over and over again to gain my attention or that I didn't do anything. That I did nothing but stayed still as it all happened because my brain went into a freaking frenzy.

I needed it to stop. I needed the whole world to freaking freeze so I could breat