The next day. (Warning ____________ Mature content)
I woke up early than usual.
My whole body was drenched in a cold sweat and also hurt like HELL. It was the same dream I have been having for the last past weeks but this time I was killed.
A knife in my chest and a bullet in my head. That's how I died.
It felt so real that I still feel the pain. I don't know what's over me but I feel like I'm fading away. Maybe I thought about Pitt's words that's why it's hunting me.
Who wouldn't?
I cuddled myself still in fear for more moments.
I got up and switched the lights on before dashing off to the bathroom.
Closing the door behind me, I leaned my back against it and sat down on the floor.
I let out a sigh straightening my legs.
It was too much for me to take in.
I squeezed my eyes shut and tilted my head, screaming.
