"Zander!" I scream as I wake up from sleep. My body is shaking, and my hair is sticking to my sweaty skin. I throw the sheets off me, feeling like the weight of is suffocating me.
"When will these nightmares end?" I mutter under my breath. After Trey's confession about the scar on his head, I kept dreaming about when Zander had a car accident just a few months before he was killed. I was terrified. I dreamt of the doctors standing in front of Zander's parents and telling them that he was lucky to survive a crash like that, and even luckier to walk away with only a broken arm, concussion and some lacerations to the face. I dreamt of how I sunk to the floor, sobbing in relief. When the ambulance had taken him away, he had blood all over him and he was unconscious; I thought he was dead. Th
