Layla's POV:
It was the strangest feeling. I felt as if there were hands wrapped around my neck and heavy weights on my chest. I awoke in a cold sweat screaming for Nicholas. As my eyes opened and I became more aware of my surroundings, Nicholas wasn't there. I scanned the room realizing he was no where.
As I stared to make my way down the stairs I heard a vague voice asking for help. I turned to see who it was, and there at the end of the hallway, covered in blood, was the love of my life. I screamed in terror as he took his last breathe. The only person who I actually gave enough of a fuck about to not throw him away like trash, was gone.
This had to be a dream, this couldn't be real. Why him? Why not me, or the annoying neighbors? Why did it have to be him? All I could think about is revenge. I knew the only person with a motive to kill him, and I exactly how to get him back.
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