I can’t breathe!
My chest feels too heavy to breathe!
Just breathe Clara. Just. Breathe.
It’s dark. I can feel my toes and fingers. I can move a little. Everything feels stiff and cold.
“Come on out Clara Grey”, says a voice far off
Who said that! Move! Move yourself Clara! Why can I not move?
“Clara come to us!” The voice says deep and velvety
Who are you?! What do you want?! I cannot...