 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
The voice calling to her did reach her though much like sounds outside of one’s dreams, it actually mixed into Helena’s current dream. The result was that the words ‘Mrs. Hurst’ seemed to have come from the being chasing her. In full panic mode, the woman sat up rather abruptly. Her skin was drenched in sweat, her eyes wide, her heart hammering. A fear loomed over her - the fear of the being catching up to her. She feared each ragged breath would be her last and there would be no one to save her. No Sam would come - whoever he was.
Helena slowly became aware that she was in the room where everyone fussed over her. There was no being, no creature here. A thin hand reached for one of the pillows on her bed and then its equally thin partner joined the first in clutching the pillow to her chest, as though using it as a shield from the two females before her. Helena’s eyes moved back and forth between them, recognition of their faces dawning on her though she still did not quite believe the younger one to be her daughter as she was told. |