As Harper and Alice's relationship continues to grow, more circumstances arise around them unexpectedly.
After a frightening incident occurs regarding her dear friend, Bella Swan, Alice, and her entire family make a decision to leave the town of For...
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My body jolted out of bed as my eyes shot open — my heart was pounding wildly through my chest while my fingers trembled, clutching my sheets and quilt still draped across me.
I scanned my familiar bedroom, noting the gray-green light beaming through my window from the arrival of a new, cloudy day — the pitch darkness was gone.
Another nightmare, I assured myself, inhaling deeply to catch my breath.
Yet, calling it another singular nightmare felt wrong — it was one unchanging horror that had haunted my sleep every night for four months straight.
One might think that after so long of enduring the same relentless nightmare, the constant numbness that had settled in my body — shielding me from the gut-wrenching agony that pulsed through me — would eventually make me immune to the suffering I faced every night as I drifted into sleep.
Nonetheless, the dream never ceased to terrify me, leaving my hollow, wounded heart aching with sorrow.
Even after I managed to force my way out of the nightmare, and when the agony finally eased — temporarily anyway — I knew it would never truly end.
The nightmares were just as agonizing as waking up to this empty, meaningless reality.
The dream always unfolded the same way: a thick, endless forest of dark, moss-covered trees, shrouded in dusky fog with just enough dim light to let me dart between the maze of trunks without colliding into one.
The silence was absolute — not peaceful, but thick and unsettling, pressing down on me from all sides.
However, it wasn't the darkness nor the quiet that I feared, it was the figure I chased, desperately reaching for at the end of the bleak forest — a ghostly, golden-eyed, pixie-haired creature my heart ached for with every step.
I rushed anxiously through the murky gloom, my panic rising as the time slipped by and I still hadn't reached her.
She wasn't running from me; instead, she walked calmly ahead, her back to me as I stumbled through the dense, shadowed shrubs trying to catch up.
But no matter how fast I ran, I could never reach her. No matter how loudly I called, she never turned — leaving me alone in the blackness.
This was the part of the dream I dreaded most — the fragment I knew would come despite my efforts to reach her — that made it a pure nightmare. I'd realize, with a sinking certainty, that my endeavors to find her in the dense, black woods were futile.
No matter how close she seemed, I'd never reach her. She'd never turn back, and cease this endless nightmare.
All that remained was the same haunting emptiness that filled both my dreams and my waking days — a reminder that this nightmare would never end.
