Terror Within (Section 1)
She awoke with a cry of terror on her lips, the stench of sweat clung to her nostrils, her heart refusing to slow to a normal rhythm. As the terror of the nightmare flashed vivid photos through her brain she whipped back the covers and leaped out of bed. The wildness of her eyes still focusing on the horror she had dreamed, she stumbles across the hall to watch her daughter sleep in bliss. Tears of relief roll down her cheeks and she walks on shaky legs toward the bathroom. She flips on the light and stares at the haggard face looking back at her. When did she become so haunted? Her eyes, almost black in color, held fear and uncertainty, her complexion pale and lifeless, her once glorious mane of chestnut hair now ragged tangles falling to her hips. She strips her body of the faded cotton nightgown and steps into the cold porcelain bathtub, draws the plastic curtain and puts the hot water on full blast. As the water cascades down her body, she allows the tears of uncertainty to f...