I was in my statistics class. My head was pounding so bad I couldn’t concentrate. I had woken up so early, woken up by a nightmare around 3am it was so bad that I couldn’t go back to sleep and all I did was stare at the ceiling till dawn broke. I couldn’t remember the details of the dream but I remember being very terrified by it.
It didn’t seem like I made any noise because Dylan never came to my room.
The nightmares had been persistent since I got back from the unknown. And while I don’t know why I was having it, one thing was common in all the dreams. I was being called a different name.
Arius. That was what I was called. Which confuses the f**k out of me. I mean what the hell was Arius. While I wasn’t a fan of my name, I would choose being called that than freaking Arius.
I was
