Holding on to the dream was impossible, it was as if life was giving me a taste of something special only for it to wipe my mouth clean with a napkin.
I felt robbed, I felt cheated.
I was angry and furious when I felt myself waking up but it was someone tapping me. My eyes flew open in anger and fell upon a familiar face.
The room was lighted and there was no how the person standing in front of me was a dream. It was bloody real.
"Edward Jones." The name left my mouth, he chuckled and sat on the bed. I wanted to punch him so hard he would not recover.
"I'm glad you remember me" he said dryly.
"Your phone has been ringing for hours on end without stopping." He said and quickly, I flew off the bed.
"What's the time?." I asked him.
"Prisoners don't get to know the time." He said with a small smirk, his eyes were shinning in the light.
"Stop this bullshit, I am not scared of you not even one bit, I just want to go home."
