I wake up crying.
The image of Mia with a b****y rose blooming from her lips makes my stomach turn, and I realize I'm about to hurl.
I make it to the bathroom in the nick of time, and I throw-up up until I taste bile.
Afterwards, I take a hot shower, scrubbing away the night's memories and terrors.
If only I could forget it all.
Forget the nightmare. Forget the accident. Forget Evan and Mia.
Once I'm done in the shower, I change into skinny jeans, a white cami, and my red hoodie.
The same hoodie that the Alastaire's Angels tore to shreds the night of the concert. I never did ask Felix how he mended it so quickly. Although it's not like he would have mended it personally. Maybe someone at the hotel did it.
I run my fingers over the seams, looking for some stitch out of place, a clue
