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My heart had gone over the roof last night, when I heard that tiniest, yet loudest scream, coming from Ravenna's room.
I'd thought that the worst had happened. I thought someone had broken in, and attacked her.
Or worse, killed her.
I bolted out of my bed with a speed that surprised even myself. I ran in her room, and she was sitting up, her body drenched in sweat, and her eyes red.
She looked at me, and she was scared. I'd never seen her that scared before.
She looked like she had seen a ghost and had just witnessed a murder. My heart had sunk when I realized that it was all just a nightmare. And I felt bad for her, because I could relate to it.
After all, I did suffer nightmares and PTSD from my rough childhood. Now laying next to her the next day, I watched her and Kai sl
