Chapter 49

AFTER THREE MONTHS,

Louisa's p.o.v;

I was woken up to the morning light on my face. I rolled over onto my back to watch it creep across the room. The sunlight crept in from my window, and I stared up at the ceiling. My phone was still buzzing next to me, but the noise did nothing more than wake me even more so. I sighed and turned to look at my alarm clock. 6:48 AM.

Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes. I had been having a nightmare; one where someone was attacking me for no reason, only to turn out to be myself or a guy wearing a mask. And now I’m wide awake, and I can’t remember what exactly had happened, nor why I’d had that dream in the first place.

All I could recall was being chased down the street, and screaming, “You’re mine!” at anyone who got in my way, which was pretty much everybody, I supposed.

What's with the nightmares these days? Is it because of watching horror movies before going to sleep? But I thought it was just a myth.

I mean, there are sto