Brittany O'Neill and her family packed up everything and moved to Berkeley, California for a fresh start. Her brother and she were excepted into Berkeley University and she thought it would be the great college experience. With little to no stresses...
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Chapter Twenty-Seven
I gasped, shooting straight up in bed. My heart was beating vigorously behind my rib cage and I had a cold sweat running down my neck. I ripped the covers off my body and jumped to my feet. I didn't even bother putting shoes on as I hurried out of the room and down the hall of the dorm. I didn't wait on the elevator as I ran down the stairs of the building. The only thing on my mind was making it outside. I needed fresh air. I needed to breathe in the crisp air of the night to calm my shaking body and tortured mind.
Once in the vacant lobby, I ran barefoot to the doors that lead outside and busted through them. The chilly air hit my barely covered skin, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I was only in my T-shirt and shorts I'd worn yesterday, but I didn't care. The brisk air felt good against my burning skin. A girl had died because some man somehow murdered her and Liam blamed himself.
I walked alone in the night, away from the dorm building. I rushed out of my room so fast I didn't think to grab my phone or see if Megan ever came back. She would've woken up and followed me if she was there. I guess she was still with Henry. I only hoped she didn't come back to see me missing. I knew that without my phone to check on me, she'd worry about where I was. And surely call Niles if not Liam, too. That was the last thing I wanted. I didn't want to see him any more than I had before. It wasn't just the incident in the car. It was his presence in that strange but vivid nightmare. Dream or not, it felt real. The pain and screams felt real. The way he bawled in my arms felt familiar in a sick and saddening way. It all felt so strange to me.
I didn't know where I was going or how long I could stay out here with no form of shoes on. All I knew was I couldn't stay in my room after that horrific nightmare. If that's even what it was. This wasn't the first dream I'd had, but this was the first to shake me up this badly. Not even the one about Mattie scared me this much. If they were real, could I even call them dreams? I wasn't asleep when the others flashed in my mind. What could I call them? Memories? But could I remember someone else's memories? That was impossible, right? I wasn't special, like Louis or Aubrey, so I knew that wasn't what this was. Plus, they didn't start until I met the guys. Come to think about it, nothing strange happened to me before I met them. These strange migraines didn't start until I started remembering these memories, either.
What was happening to me?
"Britt?"
I stopped dead in my tracks. My blood ran cold as my heart pounded in my chest. I shook uncontrollably. Why was it every time I didn't want to see him, he ended up showing up? I didn't dare move. I was too afraid to face him and he seemed to know this as I heard footsteps nearing me. My body convulsed as he came into my view. He stopped in front of me and I could feel his praying eyes on me.
"Britt, what are you doing out here and why aren't you wearing shoes?" His voice was soft with concern. He outstretched his hand, but I flinched away.
"Britt..." His voice came out broken, and it reminded me of my dream.
