Was that all a dream? It can't be. I felt all of their pain. What is happening to me? I don't know what is going on anymore. I buried my face into Owen's chest and started to do some breathing exercises to calm my racing heart. I felt all of their pain and confusion. Why did I experience that sort of thing? Is Annabelle responsible for this? If not, then who? Why? How? All of these questions keep on churning in my head, I couldn't help but cry at what the other girls experienced at the hand of the sadistic b***h. That's what I'm going to call her. The Sadistic b***h. Fits her to T. I kept crying on Owen's chest while he was rocking back and forth, trying to calm me down. I've never felt this way before. Never felt this safe in someone's arms besides my parents. Haven't felt this safe since
