(Amaia)
"Amaia!" My mother's soft voice comes from somewhere afar.
"Mom!" I cry out, and before I know it, my feet are carrying me in the direction of her voice.
But I get stuck, like wading through a quagmire, the more I struggle, the more my body and legs ache, pulling me down.
A white misty fog seems to have descended all around, making my vision blurry.
"Amaia!" Her urgent voice comes again and I lift my head. Through the fog, I see her standing a few feet away, almost hovering in the air in a translucent gown.
A horrified shriek leaves me. Her head is twisted to the side. Those beautiful silverish-golden hair is matted with blood. The skin peels off her face, revealing the flesh and veins underneath. I shake my head, closing my eyes, trying to push away the nightmarish image from my brain.
'Amaia! It's not real…' A male voice comes, soothing and reassuring, but I can't figure out who it is.
