A quite wind echoed through the house like a soft whisper. At that moment her eyes slowly opened. The sky was gradually turning from night to day. She must of laid there, not moving, nearly two hours, at least until long after the sky had turned blue, seemingly the only color against the gray of the world around her.
The dream had ended as their faces and voices faded away from her presence. She had know they would as they always did. In a way, it was good. Good that she couldn't see them, always, forever out of her reach.
Slowly, she stepped down from the bed onto the cold floor, her long shirt dragging across the bed. A scream welled up in the girls throat. She wished to yell or curse, to shatter the carefully built silence that surrounded her life. But instead she slowly sunk to the ground, her back scraping the rough wood of the bed frame. Yes, the dream had ended, but the nightmare never would. She would always be alone, forever falling.
And then she wept.
