Revealed.

Chapter Thirty-One: Avoiding It.

A/N

So, this chapter is dedicated to my best friend of all time. I'm grateful for all the times she's been there for me :)

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Bianca and I begrudgingly trudge our happy asses into the cafeteria at 9:32 exactly.

When we woke up this morning, I was completely frazzled. Bianca had been hogging all the covers. She wrapped them tightly around her body, like a cocoon. I almost laughed, then it all came back to me. It seemed so real, like I'd actually sprinted around campus in the middle of the night. The monstrous face flashed across my vision and I squeezed my eyes shut. Shh, Scarlet. It's only me. Nervously, I tug at the salty, crusted t-shirt away from my chest. I jumped off the bed, throwing blankie on my pillow. I grab some comfy yoga pants and completely avoid the sweatshirt from my dream last night, picking a red one instead. I grab my towel, shampoo and conditioner and head straight for the shower.

By the time I finished in the shower, brushed through my hair and got dressed, Bianca was sitting up on her bed. I sit on the edge of her bed, looking down and staring at my hands.

"Look, Bea-," I start to say, but she stops me by putting her hand up. She gives me a small smile.

"It's okay.. I get them too, sometimes," she says, and she holds her arms out for me. I launch into them, a few tears leaked out of my eyes. She pats my wet hair, humming a song to herself.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asks me after a while. I shake my head vigorously, cringing at the thought. She nods and smooths my hair down. "You don't have to talk about it at all, but I just want you to know I'm here, okay?" I nod again.

"Can I go get in the shower..? Or do you still need me?" She asks. In answer, I pull myself off her lap and wipe my nose on my sleeve. Bianca looks down at me and laughs a little.

"Do. You. Remember. Words. Scarlet?" She teases, poking my side. I groan, rolling over and flipping her off. She laughs loudly, chuckling still as she closes the bathroom door. A few moments later I hear the shower come on. I get up and pull the blankets off of my bed and drop them on top of hers. I stack the blankets haphazardly, then crawl inside them, burrowing deep into them so today may not find me at all.

Fifteen minutes later, Bianca has pulled me out of my warm safe haven, forced me into brushing my hair and getting up. So now, here we are. Standing in the line for the goo the cafeteria tries to pass off as real food and keeping my head down. After we slide our students passes over the scanner for our food, we move to the middle of the room, surveying the seating options.

"We should sit over there," he says, leaning down to whisper in my ear. I shriek, jumping away from him quickly to the Bianca's other side. Confusion flashes across his face, quickly followed by hurt. I bite my lip, forcing the image of my nightmare to the back of my mind. I look over at him, but freeze, letting my tray fall. His eyes are black. Black, just like my nightmare. The tray falls to the floor, my breakfast splattering against the floor. But I don't care.

My breath hitches in my throat, coming out of my lungs in a long wheeze. I blink hard, my vision blurring slightly. I feel like I'm going to throw up. Noticing this, Bianca takes charge, gently pushing me to the floor by my shoulders, tucking my head between my legs and rubbing my back gently. I see her exchange a worried glance with Casper, but I don't care.

All I know is that those eyes promise death. Casper is going to kill me.