She still got nightmares. In fact, she got them often so that she was used to them by now. For a while, she tried every pill imaginable; anything to curb the fear. However, nothing suited. Even mixing them didn't do the result.
"Are you afraid of the dark?"
Gaping like a fish, Elianna opened her eyes in agony. The question someone asked her before was the first thing she recalled as her eyes locked onto the darkness. She couldn't breathe properly; she felt like her lungs would burst open from the pressure. A great invisible force kept her hovering in the air; the only thing that moved in her was her eyeballs.
Something was holding on tightly to her in complete oblivion; she wondered what happened to her and where she was. Nevertheless, her mouth couldn't stipulate anything. She closed her eyes, counted to ten, pulled back the courage and forced her lungs to expand, contract and expand again. Next, she worked her eyes to get a glimpse of where she was.
