Juliette
I swiftly sit up on the bed, gasping for air.
Another fùcking nightmare.
We were back at the wedding. I was screaming and crying as I watched Harvey die in my arms. Before he took his last breath, he stared at me with spite in his eyes and spit blood on my face. When he fell on the sand, everyone started throwing their wine glasses at me. The sharp pieces cutting deep into my skin, a gush of blood splashing as I tried to run.
Lately, my nightmares have been disturbing and gory horror movies. I always wake up, panting and sweating but most of all, thanking God that it was just a bad dream. The sad part is that my life is already a bad dream.
Anna swings the door open and finds me in bed, struggling to shake off the last shreds of the nightmare.
I didn't realise just how big
