I would have constant visions of an alternate ending to my life.
A life where Drake had gotten his way and I laid six foot under.
A life where I had never found out about the marriage contract.
A life without Demetrius.
I would tell people my visions and I always ended up with the same results, sympathy.
But what they didn't understand was these weren't just any ordinary visions.
These were dreams.
I didn't wake up in the middle of the night crying about these obscure visions, in fact I woke up and I would begin to imagine my life in one of those conceptions, what I could have become, the person I always wanted to be. Then I would go back to sleep, totally fine and normal. That's what scared me the most.
It has been two weeks since my ordeal and two weeks since I've spoken to Demet
