The nightmare came back that night. I was on the rooftop of the school again, the sky a suffocating blanket of darkness pressing down on me. Naomi stood there, her face a twisted mask of anger and fear. Her eyes locked onto mine, cold and unyielding. Behind her, I could see Samuel, standing at the edge, his back turned to us, as if he couldn't hear the chaos. I screamed for him, but my voice was swallowed by the wind.
Naomi lunged at me, her hands cold. I tried to break free, but her grip was like iron. Her voice, sharp and accusing, echoed in my ears, "It should have been you, Lana! YOU!"
I woke up with a start, drenched in sweat, my heart hammering against my chest. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed answers. And I wouldn't find it with Jason hovering over me, trying to protect me fr
