It was that night again. The night it happened. I could see Michael Moore clearly, above me.
I was screaming and crying, begging him to stop, but he wouldn't.
It wouldn't stop.
"Daisy!"
"No!" I yelled. "Please!"
"DAISY!"
My eyes flew open and I gasped loudly, looking up into Eli's eyes. "s**t," I coughed. I was sweaty and hot. "Bad dream."
"No s**t," Eli said and slowly released my wrists. "You tried to hit me."
"Sorry," I muttered and rubbed my eyes, taking long breaths. "But you probable deserved it."
Eli ignored the last sentence. "You alright?"
"Fine."
"Liar," he scoffed and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"The nightmares are getting better. That's the first one I've had in a while," I said.
"No, it's the first one you've remembered in a while," Eli said and I frowned at him. "
