Rahne awoke with a scream and tears began streaking down her face until they turned into shaking sobs. She figured either Jean Grey or Amara would come in to comfort her, so she was surprised when it was her own mother that opened the door to her room. The plump Scottish woman with dirty blonde hair rushed over to her daughter's side.
"What iz it my dear? Iz it you had a nightmare?"
Through her sobs, Rahne struggled through her bed sheets to grab her mother and was hugged tightly back.
"Waz it a nightmare?" her mother repeated, the line of worry on her brow doubling its normal size.
"Y-y-yes," Rahne stuttered, trying to control her sobs, "It waz terrible, I-I-I lost everybody, my friends, my life at the Institute…" Rahne buried her face in her mother's shoulder, trying to smother her crying.
"My little darling," her mom replied, stroking Rahne's red, unkempt hair, "Do you not remember? You left the Institute three days ago." The sobs stopped immediately, and Rahne pulled away from her mother, her eyes wide and red. It wasn't a dream, but reality, and Rahne realized that her worst nightmare had come true.
Yes the accent does suck, but will that stop you from reading?...hopefully not.