Freya’s pov
I looked at her as she walked through the door.
“Still having those nightmares, huh?” Carol asked me. She probably heard me, and yet I don’t understand why she came to my room.
My nightmares are none of her business.
“What? Seeing those silver eyes again?” she asked, and this time it was in a mocking tone.
When I told everyone what I thought I saw that night, I was mocked.
Well, not by everyone, but the others looked at me like I was crazy.
The girls I was training with always made it a point to mock me.
Said that I thought I was special, which is why I lied about seeing silver eyes.
I wanted everyone’s attention and all those stupid things.
I eventually stopped telling them or trying to defend myself.
And after some time, even I thought that maybe I imagine
