Iris West's POV.
I am currently curled up in a ball on my bed, crying my eyes out. It is like with each passing day, everything becomes harder. I'm having a really hard time adapting to sudden chances and trying to accept the fact that I'm somewhat not normal anymore.
I haven't had any visions in the past few days but that doesn't mean I'm not forced to relive the memories in my head like I'm having one. My eyes and every other part of my body hurts and I know I just need to rest but I can't close my eyes without seeing those scary wooden creatures from my dream.
What are those things?
Why do I keep seeing them?
Do my dreams mean anything?
Would they eventually kill me like they always attempt to in my dreams?
I sighed and rolled over on the bed. I couldn't do more than ask question
