NiGHTS: Children of Dreams Elise Ketchley
My mother was a kind woman. Never did anything wrong, never hurt anyone with the intention of doing so. She understood that I love playing piano, and have no reason to go into business. She respected it, right up to the day she died. I waited for my mother to come home every day after school, so she could listen to me play. But then one day she didn't return.
That car crash sent me into spiraling depression. My father had to put me on antidepressants just so that I could continue my life. My depression manifested in my dreams. Then came the day I stumbled on that light in my dreams. When everything went warm.
