Third and final book in Dream series
Twelve years after the events at Westin Hills Asylum, Justin and Summer are raising their son, Dylan. They both have jobs and live in L.A. Porter and Nova are also raising their children James and Holly, who are...
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Porter's POV: Nova had went off to work. Light went to school and I didn't have James go to school. He was up all night. He didn't even sleep. I held him in my arms as he cried over his sister.
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"Why don't you go and see Dylan?" I asked. James shook his head and said "I don't wanna leave her. What if she wakes up and I'm not here." I frowned and understood where he was coming from. I totally did. But I didn't want him to wait here for something that wasn't going to happen for a while. "She's not going to wake up today." I said. James cried and I rubbed his back. "You don't know that." He said. "Why would she wake up the day after she went into a coma?" I asked. James cried again. Not answering me.
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"Go see Dylan. That'll cheer you up." I said. James pulled away from me, wiping his eyes. "Where are your glasses?" I asked. "Can't really cry with glasses on." He replied. I rolled my eyes playfully and said "Dylan doesn't know. Go tell him." He nodded and left the room. I sighed and put my head in my hands.
Holly's POV: "What if she wakes up and I'm not here." James voice echoed. I gasped as I was in my house again. I saw my body in my bed. The heart monitor beeped and I tried to somehow make contact with dad or James. "James." I whispered. He looked at my body and then began to cry again. "Dad. Can you hear me?" No response. My heart broke once again. James left and I sighed. I made the lights flicker in the room and dad looked around. "Dad." I said. "Holly?" He asked. I made the lights flicker again and he stood up and went to grab something. He grabbed a whole string of Christmas lights and plugged them in. "Holly, if this is you, make the lights flicker again. Please." He said. I sat in front of him and made the Christmas lights come on. He gasped and said "oh my god. Holly."
