Ariana's POV -
I'm dreaming. Dreaming of walking through a tiny hallway that's drowned with darkness. Black shards of glass cover the floor, thick black sludge dripping from the walls. I squirm and whimper, the feeling of wet tears drowning my cheeks. When I muster enough confidence to lift my head up, my eyes land on a door at the end of the hallway. Running straight down the door is a scar I remember vividly . . . A scar that covered my captors face.
I begin to shake my head in disbelief, fear building up inside my chest. It continues to grow, the panic inside of me in-creasing until it feels like I'm going to explode in fright. I feel my knees weaken resulting in me falling to the floor, my arms automatically covering my head. I cower and cry, the image of the scar repeatedly playing
