I put a hand over my sweaty forehead as I tried to control my breathing.
It was getting worse, night by night. Ever since I got out of the hospital a week ago, I've been having nightmares about my dad's accident, except this time I'm in the car with him. I didn't tell anyone about the dreams, especially Levi. I never could.
I turned to my side and muffled my cries with my pillow, my body shaking uncontrollably. I still felt like I was in that car when the ground in front of me split open. I still felt like I was falling into the endless hole with my mother standing tall with a sick grin on her face. I still felt helpless despite knowing it isn't real.
Finally, I managed to calm myself down. I was still slightly shaking when I grabbed my phone. The time read 3:05 am. It happens at the same time every day, too, making it even more real. I can't let myself think about it.
