GINA
The woman who knelt in front of me was my mother. After feeling like I had lost her, I was happy to find her again. Her beauty was accentuated by a radiant white light as she gently cradled her pregnant stomach.
Determination coursed through me as I reached out to touch her with outstretched hands. To my surprise, I was able to place my hand on her shoulders.
But something wasn't right.
Touching her should have given a sense of solace but what I got was the opposite. Her touch seared my skin with an intense heat. Desperation welled up as I cried out, trying to pull back as a burning agony streamed through me, but my hand couldn't come off. It felt like it was glued to her skin.
The white light that surrounded her began to wane, succumbing to an ominous darkness that enveloped us both. I could still see perfectly in the darkness as she raised her head, revealing eyes that glowed an unsettling crimson color. A feral snarl escaped from her lips as she revealed razor-sharp teeth stained with blood.
I still struggled to pull back at the frightening sight in front of me, but she stretched her hands and gripped my shoulders, keeping me in place. Her claws sunk into my flesh, drawing out blood. I tried to scream at her to let go of me, but my throat was constricted, rendering me voiceless.
“You killed me. I am dead because of you,” her voice was menacing, filled with hatred that made my skin crawl. Tears welled up, burning my eyes as I desperately wanted to plead.