Violet
“You’re mine.”
“Ahh!”
My eyes snapped open as I jolted upright. My chest rose and fell too fast, sweat beading across my forehead. My heart hammered so hard I thought it might break through my ribs.
For a second, I didn’t know where I was. I braced myself for shattered glass, the stench of burning metal, and my mother’s cold hand, but none of it came. Instead, I was in a room.
My hands shook as I dragged them down my face, trying to steady myself. I let out a shaky sigh of relief, but the bitter taste in my mouth refused to fade.
The same dream again.
I’d been having them for as long as I could remember. I couldn’t recall what really happened the day of the accident, but I had nightmares about it. For years, they came only in fragments, but lately, they’d grown so vivid that
