Chapter 21

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Evernly Miller

My arms were trapped under his knees. I could only move my head and legs which couldn't reach him.

I kicked and trashed around but I couldn't breath free. The back of my throat was hurting so much from screaming.

He didn't listen. His eyes were soulless and empty.

I kept on crying and screaming for help. The pain was too much for me. The was so much blood. My blood.

It was in my mouth, all over his shirt on the floor, on his face and on his hands.

"Help! someone please help me." It felt like no one was hearing me.

I felt hopeless. I felt weak.

The knife came down again and he stabbed me in the chest. Over and over again, the knife went up and down.

It hurts so much. He didn't stop, he kept stabbing me in the chest and laughing every time blood spewed from my chest.

"Please stop." I cried begging him. Like he couldn't hear me, he kept stabbing me.

"Sage."

I shot up and sat upright so fast. I was panting, trying so hard to catch my breath.

A dream. I was dreaming.

The dream felt so real. I reached for my bed side lamp and turned it on.

I looked around and realised I was still in my room. I slowly touched my chest. It didn't hurt. Physically at least.

I looked at my hands and there was no blood. My clothes weren't torn. These dreams are feeling more real each day.

Get a grip Eve. I mentally scolded myself.

And it's always the same dream. Three days, same dream.

I sighed and fell back on the bed.

Even after I've realised and noticed it was all a dream, the fear didn't go away. I was still shaking and on the verge of tears.

My chest was so tight it actually hurt physically. 

I reached for my phone to look at the time. It was almost five.

3 hours. Not bad. I slept for three hours. Despite the nightmare, this is the longest sleep I've had in days.

The was no use in going back to sleep because I knew it wouldn't happen nor did I want to.

I got up and did my bed and went to my desk where my books were neatly packed.

I might get some school work done for a change. Varsity hasn't been the best.

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