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“NIKKI, COME TO ME.”
I opened my eyes to find that I was in a forest wearing a billowy, white nightgown. I stood up and began moving toward the voice, my feet bare. I glanced down and noticed they were bleeding. Although I couldn’t feel it, I was walking over sharp pieces of broken glass.
“Hurry,” prodded the voice. It was strong and demanding; it pushed me forward, one foot after another.
“Nikki!” yelled Duncan.
“Duncan?” I whispered, turning around.
“Wait, Nikki!” he cried, running toward me. I watched in amazement as he kept moving without making any progress.
There was a rush of movement on the other side of me and my heart began to race. I knew who it was. He’d come back for me. “Ethan?”
Someone grabbed my shoulders and started digging their sharp nails into my skin. I was
