It was just a bad dream, I told myself for the hundredth time. I woke up in the middle of the night screaming and kicking, my nightmare left me restless, I was afraid to fall asleep again.
It felt so real… the way those things were ripping my skin off my bones and eating it. I could still see it. I even ran to the bathroom mirror to check if I was fully intact. What's happening to me? This isn't normal. There was so much I was trying to push under the rug, but just couldn't anymore.
It all started the night at the Pentagon. No matter how much I tried I couldn't forget that night.
When the man with the eyepatch tried to kidnap me, and I killed him… Skylar’s unexplained death. Now nightmares! Maybe I was just having a bad couple of weeks, or call it paranoia, I don't think I can blame i
