I woke up with a start, sitting up in bed, disoriented. My head was buzzing and I was sweating. I just had the worst dream. Scratch that. I couldn’t even call it a dream, it was more of a nightmare. I can’t remember the last time I had a dream about my parents.
It started when I could see them riding their car. I was standing there, watching as their car crashed and I couldn’t even do anything.
I approached the car, my legs shaking and my tears were falling nonstop. But to my horror, it was not my parents that I saw inside the car. Instead, I saw Liam, drenched in his own blood.
In my panic and disoriented state, I looked around my room and saw him sleeping soundly in the bed next to me. I let out a sigh and tried to calm myself down, mentally repeating in my head that it was all a drea
