NARRATOR'S POV
The faint yellow light shines faintly inside the room, along with it were the tiny particles of dust floating calming in the air. Everything moves ever so slowly, like a snail walking in the dry land.
No sound could be heard- other than her own heartbeat. A room of complete silence, eerie and in a sense disturbing.
"Rachelle" she once again heard her name be spoken.
"Rachelle" it once again echoed in her ears, yet this time in a different voice. The once faint whisper in her head is now loud and clear. As if it was spoken right next to her.
"Rachelle Heartford!" the young woman shook as the voice raised its tone. Her close orbs are now wide open.
Disoriented, she stuttered as she replied. "Y-yes?" she asked.
