Drake’s POV-
It was the early hours of the morning, when I was awoken by Elisa shaking and sweating, whimpering, “NO,” repeatedly. I shook her awake, calling her name out. She was having a nightmare. It hurt that she was having a nightmare like this. After calling her name again, her eyes flung open, and she burst into tears.
“What happened? Are you alright? What was the nightmare about,” I questioned her, as I engulfed her in my arms.
“Your parents... their last moments... restless souls trapped in the endless torment,” she sobbed, her tears streaming on to my bare chest.
The words she sobbed, pierced my heart. I could feel it breaking. My parents weren’t at peace. They were stuck in purgatory. Their souls were stuck living through everything they had suffered during their deaths. A
