Just a story My heart stuttered and fluttered as I felt the ground come from beneathe my feet. So this is how I die. My heart flew to my throat as my eyes flew open. A cold sweat covered my body as I lay silently in bed. I hated those dreams yet they taunted me everynight. It was always the same thing. I knew when I was dreaming yet I couldn't change the dream. "LIZ!" "Coming mother" I replied. Oh how I loved the sound of evil in the morning I mumbled sarcastically under my breathe. My feet hit the cold floor with an alarming thud, a tell sign thay I was just too damn tired and jumpy. That's when I realized....my moms been dead for six years.