Nightmares invaded my dreams. Ranging from the dark room to Franklin using a spell to make me fall through the earth. Even memories from the time I was changing. Steven slipped though too, looking at me, expressionless, asking me why I didn't save him. I woke up with a jolt, gasping for air. George was on my bed, his hands on my shoulders. His white skin shone in the dark.
"You're awake," he said with relief.
"Yeah, sorry did I wake you?" I asked rubbing my eyes and turned to the clock on my bedstand. The time indicated that it was 2am.
"It's ok. I'm glad you're awake now," he smiled. I smiled back, dragging my hand through my hair until it rested at the base of my skull.
A thought crossed my mind. If George heard that I was having a nightmare, then my parents should have heard it
