Morning came, but sleep sure as hell didn’t.
I laid there in bed, staring up at the ceiling like it held all the answers I didn’t know how to ask. My sheets were tangled around my legs, my hoodie sticking slightly to my back from sweat, and my heart? Still pounding like it hadn’t gotten the memo that the horror movie was over.
Except it wasn’t. Not really.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again. The blood. The bodies. The way the power flicked on and turned everything into a goddamn crime scene from a slasher flick. And Ethan—oh my God, Ethan—with blood smeared across his face like war paint, smiling at me like he had just done something sweet. Like bringing me a bouquet or baking me cookies. Except instead of cookies, it was... y’know. Mass murder.
I rolled over and groaned, pres
