Claire looked around, unsure if what she just witnessed was true. Did the doll really move?
Her head pounded…
Her ears rang…
She no longer saw the doll…
The whole room circled around her, like a marry go round.
She slowly felt like she was floating backwards; like her lungs were being forced down. She tried to get out of that fog. Like a havy metal blanket that molded her to the floor.
Her skin felt prickly; like her whole body went numb and she was slowly being submerged in cold water. The tiny needle like sensations multiplied across her whole body,
She tried to whimper a cry for help.
But she barely had enough oxygen for herself.
With every exhale, the blanket tightened itself-
She saw some sort of movie
Deep in her mind…
It seemed like as though it was a memory…There she saw a young woman surrounded by shadows. She had un-kept hair, and ragged clothing.
Her eyes seemed strangely familiar…known. The young woman was faired skinned, with beautiful silver eyes. Claire tried to dig deeper, it felt as though; if she tried hard enough or gave that last push she would be able to touch that young woman.
It seemed as though something was holding her back, she felt anxious, frustrated and angry. Her whole body shake- she was concentrating too hard. The young woman reached out with her arms as though she was pleading. Tears leaving clean trails against her muddied face.
She knew that the link to what ever it is she was able to tap into was slowly being severed. She gave the last and final push- then nothing. It was as though somebody turned off the TV right then and there in front of her face.
Claire opened here eyes; she sat up quickly gasping for hair clutching her chest tightly.
"Rose" Claire whispered to herself as she silently cried, that's who that young woman was; her sister Rose, who no longer was that fifteen year old she once knew but a young woman. Claire felt a jab to her gut, she felt responsible. Even now she felt like a complete failure for failing to recognize her sister. How all this time she has lived in heaven compared to Rose. Though this new discovery pained her so, it also gave her new hope; at least now she knew she was alive.
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