I wake up gasping for air, my hands clutching wildly at my throat, attempting to claw away at the suffocating silver light enveloping my body.
It takes me a few seconds to fully wake up, blinking up at the gauzy white overhead canopy of my four poster bed as the final lingering hazy fragments of the dream fade away.
A nightmare. It was just a nightmare.
The last thing I remember from last night was Todd taking the silver remote out of his tuxedo pocket, then zapping me with it when I tried to tackle him. He electrocuted Oliver too - and then I passed out.
Oliver. Please let Oliver be ok. If he got hurt because of me…
The bright morning sunlight streaming in through my window brings me fully back to cold, hard reality, and I know that I have no choice but to face a new day and the cha
