Viola felt herself drowning in a very deep, bottomless water, the water burning her lungs and head. She knew she was in another nightmare, but just like all the others, she couldn't wake up from this one. This was why she hated sleeping. She hated being alone.
She gasped and moaned, trying desperately to wake up, but she couldn't. The more she opened her mouth, the more water forced its way into her lungs.
When she began to drown completely, with the world fading around her, she was suddenly pulled out of the water by a force and thrust into another, even worse place, the orphanage.
Viola's entire body tensed as she looked around at the colorless walls of the broken-down orphanage, then down at the clothes she wore on her small, seven-year-old body, clothes that were far too fancy for a shattered place like this. Her heart throbbed in panic, already knowing what awaited her here, in this part of the nightmare.
