I believe in flight

Prologue
The pitter patter of the rain against the window kept time and rhythm. The trees outside swayed swiftly in the high winds, as if trying to break free of their prison. The creatures outside could be heard as they dashed into their sanctuaries. There seemed to be a shiver running through the entire land.
But inside laid a small child in her bed, breathing steady and slow. It was quiet except for the ghost of the storm; a soft sheet of rain falling upon the roof. Her arm was draped over her bed; hanging off of the edge. She slept in peace.
The girl's chest had begun to rise and fall more rapidly now. Her fingers began to twitch. She abruptly tossed and turned in her bed, screaming words a fifteen year old girl should not, in a voice not her own. She cried out for help, and her mother threw open her door and rushed to her side, trying frantically to wake her. The girl ultimately opened her vibrant green eyes, curious as to why her mother was holding her, where she was, and why she had tears on her face from a nightmare she could not remember; another night terror.