The nightmare was the worst kind the kind that felt completely real until it didn't.
Ethan and Jake were there, both of them already gone from this world, standing in front of me with empty eyes and stiff, mechanical movements, like something wearing their faces. A voice came out of them that didn't belong to either of them cold and hollow, the kind that lived in the back of horror films. Elena, why didn't you help me?
"Ethan it wasn't my fault, I swear it wasn't "
I tried to run. My body broke apart instead, crumbling piece by piece before I could take a single step. And then the man with the glasses was there not whole, just his head, floating in slow circles around me, blood trailing from every edge. Elena. My death was so tragic. Give me back my life.
"No!"
I snapped awake so hard I nearly fell off the bed. Lewis was beside me instantly he had been dozing in the chair nearby and was on his feet before I'd even fully opened my eyes.
