Not for the Faint of Heart

"Amelia! Amelia, wake up!" Blake's voice came crashing over me like a violent wave to a sandy shore. I wanted to cry out to him, but a small hand on my back stopped me. I looked down at the boy standing next to me with pleading eyes. He shot me a sympathetic look. "You know he can't hear you, right?" He asked. I lowered my head. "What do I do now?" "Wait to wake up."