THIS IS A JOKE, RIGHT?

I groaned as sun rays hit my skin. A small wince left my lips as I curled into myself on the ground in the alley where I had slept. My hands wrapped around my body as I tried to feel safe before I coaxed myself to wake up.

I was not a morning person.

I dragged myself towards a wall and rested on it. My limbs ached and I had this throbbing headache I couldn't get my mind off. Whenever I had headaches like these, it was usually because I had a nightmare during my sleep. But I could never remember it, Today, I did though. Well, not exactly. But you get the point.

My nightmares were usually a blur, today they were clear. It consisted of me fighting against a man, he was dressed in black and the moon was out. Derek was laying a few feet away from us, barely conscious.

This never felt like a nightmare though. It felt real, so real. I could hear his weak yells for me to run away. His blood casually filled the ground and before I could reach hi