What if I am this ubquitous girl?

Awake in this world, but sleeping peacefully in yours. The mist creates a path where there is none. Lightly dusting my skin, smooth and cool. I lose my footing, but the ground isn't rushing towards my out-stretched hands. I'm on my back, rubbing alcohol in my throat. Burning radiates to my eyes. A message revealed by the heat in a language I do not understand. Forbidden words, and I am paralyzed. I never got to say goodbye.