Aria’s Point of View
I woke up with a loud scream, my voice shaking the silence in the room. “Help me! Help me!” I cried out, my chest heaving with panic. Sweat dripped from my forehead, and tears streamed down my face. I clutched tightly onto the bedspread, my hands trembling. My breath came in sharp gasps, and my wide eyes darted around the room.
It was empty. I was alone.
Realizing it had only been a dream, I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. I pressed my hands to my chest, feeling my heart pounding like a drum. Slowly, the terror began to fade, though my body was still shaky. I slid my legs over the side of the bed and walked toward the window. The sun was rising, painting the sky in warm tones of orange and pink. Morning had arrived.
But the dream lingered in my mind, a
