Tossing and turning in her limited
mobility, Kaylie drifted through a semi- conscious world, trying to get a firm
footing and understand what was happening around and to her. In this parallel
plane, she was up and walking, but only through still scenes of her nightmarish
night. Every glaring detail was illuminated by the spotlight of her memory. Strolling
past the shot of the man climbing into the back seat with her, she felt her
skin crawl again.
She
attempted to pause, but her dream itself kept moving forward. She passed the
scene of him yelling at the driver and her pressed against the door. She wanted
to go back, but the magnetism of the dream propelled her on. She could feel her
sleeping body aching from the tossing and her mental state shake from the image
coming into view.
There,
she could see with horrifying clarity the moment the gun had gone off; the
flash from the muzzle, the shattering window, and the driver being thrown into
the steering wheel. She wanted desperately to turn away, to run away. It was
incredible, but she needed to escape. It compared only to the actual moment now
frozen in time before her.
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