005 The Right Armor

Scarlett didn't know when she fell asleep or how. She wouldn't if she could because Wyatt and Laura's ugly twisted faces were haunting her even in her deepest sleep.

She was trapped again in the fire that consumed her life. Blood tears trailed down her cheeks as cold blue dead bodies surrounded her -- her grandfather, her parents... Everett Dunn.

She shouted at the top of her lungs but her cry did nothing to prevent the deaths of the people that lost their lives loving her! She couldn't help them, because she was the one stupid enough to love the devil dressed in human skin--

"Wyatt...Wyatt...Wyatt Morison!!!" Scarlett shouted, gritting her teeth as if that could tear some flesh off that vicious man. She shoot up in the bed with messy breath, and it took her several minutes to believe that she really was alive again, and none of the tragedy had yet to happen.

Taking deep breaths, she fell back into bed, exhausted from the nightmare that haunted her through the night.

For whatever