Richard's POV
Waking up with a jolt, I see sweat pouring down my face as my heart skips with fear lodging in.
A nightmare.
But I can't even remember what happened. Yet I can feel how scary it must have been.
Is it because of my memory?
These past few weeks, it has been so difficult to go a day without having a throbbing headache because of how numerous scenes race through my head.
The doctor mentioned it might be due to the fact that I was beginning to regain some parts of my memory, but I still can't remember anything.
Everything is blank.
With a finger running through my hair, I get out of bed with a groan. I reach the door, pull it open, and bump into someone.
I raise my head to see her.
Arabel.
A frown creases her face. “Are you okay?”
I remove my hand from my hair and shake my head.
“A nightmare again?” She demands with a tone laced with worry and concern. This is when I realize she is carrying a tray bearing my meal.
I nod and turn back in. She follows, shutting the door behind
