Reality has Slipped... (Reality Slips part 4)

The dark haired woman now stood, no longer sobbing, no longer rocking back and forth, but standing tall and proud, her chest puffed out and a superior look on her still thin and pale features. Her hair was in a loose bun atop her head, her hands on her hips, and her nails were now precisely painted with black. Her asylum-like clothes were exchanged for a white lacy evening gown. She now looked quite  beautiful.
Her sinister cackle returned in all its fear-inducing, terror-driving, nightmare-causing glory. I flinched at the cracked, resonating sound. She then leapt forward and cupped my face tightly with both hands, and swallowed me whole.
Ever since, pain is a distant feeling, almost as if a dream. I am seeing things pass in front of my vision. Things with no eyes... Please... help....