- ISOBEL -
I turn my head to the side, clenching my fists deep into the pillow like I’m trying to strangle it as a disturbing image flashes in my head.
It’s one of those nights that I am aware that I’m dreaming but the event in the dream feels so real that it seems like reality is only an illusion and I’m actually trapped somewhere else foggily assuming my whole life. If this hell hole where Cain exists is the life I imagined for myself, then I want an out of this fabricated illusion.
But I can’t get out. My brows furrows and a troubled grumble leaves my lips. No matter how much I try to wake up from this nightmare, I can’t. . . .
Like typical dreams, nothing in this world makes sense. One minute you’re in a forest and the next, you’re drinking tea in a hut.
One second you see yo
