Sanity

Too much (Mika's pov)

The past week, I have been running almost nonstop. I have lost weight, and have started eating healthier. I feel great, somewhat. Being healthier feels great, but the constant sense of disaster is what's killing me.
One night, after running, I almost instantly fell asleep. I had another strange dream, only this time worse. I was positioned on a wall, my hands and feet in restraints. Normally I would be freaking out, but this time I was chillingly calm. Across the room, Yvette appeared once again. she was in the same position as I, chained to a wall. Only she was flailing. Vigorously. She must ha e been trying for a while, because her wrists and ankles were starting to bleed. All of a sudden, a dog comes racing towards her and bites her in the leg. She writhes in pain, and slowly starts to slow down. Her eyes become milky and lifeless, and she makes strange noises. Soon enough, the canine comes for me. Just as its teeth burrow into my skin, I wake up in a puddle of sweat.