Ashley's Point of View
“Rain!” Jennifer screamed at the top of her lungs and tried her best to pull me away. I lay down on the floor, staring at the chandelier, when I saw myself with my mother. It was the day before the day that she would get beheaded.
"Ashley." My mother called my name while she was fixing her dress. I didn't know why she seemed anxious, but she smiled at me to make me see that she was fine. “Are you fine? Is there something wrong?”
My eyes blinked multiple times because I was the one who needed to ask her if she was alright. It was strange for me to see her happy while she was with me. My mother was a strong woman; she disliked making me witness that she was hurting because she was my role model.
“I don't see any reason for me not to be fine, Mom. If you're asking m
