FIVE

“Hera, are you okay? I heard you screaming so I came to check on you” Mark says as he stares at me worriedly and I shake my head before I come down from my bed and head for the kitchen to get a glass of water to wet my parched throat.

“I'm fine Mark, don't worry about me,” I tell him but he squints his eyes and shakes his head at me.

“I don’t believe you. You look like a huge mess” he says as I turn on the tap and watch the water pour into the cup beneath it. The glass gets full and the water begins to pour into the sink but I don’t notice it. I don’t feel the cold water pouring on my hand because I’m thinking about the dream I just had; wishing it would stop already and the demons haunting me from the day our pack was attacked would stop whispering demeaning words to me in my head.

Mark rushes up to me and stands on his tiptoe to lock the tap then he takes the glass of water from my hand and drops it on the kitchen counter before he yells out my name and I jolt; coming back to my sen