Thunderstorm
Amanda
"Please don't leave me. Please hold my arms," I struggled against the shadow of Mum that was already moving ahead of me.
"Take my arms!" I cried, but she didn't turn; she didn't look my way.
I felt a cold chill run through me as I waited for her to take my arms while I ran to catch up with her. But the more I ran, the more distance there was between us.
When I couldn't keep up with her, I screamed, "Mother!"
She stopped, the air carrying the echoes of my weak cries, and just then she turned, a smile on her face as she waved at me.
"How is she?" That familiar voice struck my ears and I blinked, unable to control the pains that stirred in my chest.
"She's just hanging on," another unfamiliar voice said, and I didn't miss the sudden warm air that crept into my body as I shivered and opened my eyes.
The light shone into my eyes, almost blinding, but I blinked to adjust; my gaze took in the white ceiling that welcomed me.
