PATREA.
I was naked. Blood was trailing down my thighs, but I ignored it, even if the pain was coursing through my whole body.
My feet were tired from running, and my chest was heaving from panting, but I kept springing forward. I had no idea what creature was running after me, but I knew I needed to get away.
"Aaaaah!" I screamed when my body fell into a black hole, and my stomach churned as I tried to grab something to hold on to.
But there was nothing.
I was falling endlessly, and I just wished for my body to crash somewhere, even if it meant death.
Death was better than not knowing when the falling would end.
"Patrea! Patrea!" I heard a female’s voice calling for me, making me force my eyes to snap open. I found myself staring into the dark purple eyes of my granddaughter.
"You’re having another bad dream..." Althea, my eighteen-year-old granddaughter, helped me sit up from lying down before she took a glass of water from my bedside table and gave it to me.
I remained si
