I jolt awake, sweat beading my forehead despite being fifty-five degrees out. Instant shivers roll up my spine as cool air waft through my naked back.
Damn it, this is starting to get on my nerves.
Seriously, conscience? I'm gonna come in there and beat the s**t out of you if you don't stop reminding my childhood through my dreams. Holy f**k.
No amount of blaming and accusations can change the fact that my nightmares were back and it doesn't look like the had plans to stop anytime soon. I have to get them out of my head.
I recall what Ayla said to me back at her porch, about needing closure. I had my closure a long time ago in the form of release papers and a last visit to the hospital. It was the most glorious thing to happen in my life, seeing that b***h bed-ridden with a neck brace.
