Nevaeh looked at herself and around her in horror.
Her gaze traveled to Engel and Araminta and then to the bed, she was sitting on.
'It was all indeed a dream.' She muttered to herself, her eyes still trailing around the room.
Every bit of it and every horror had been a dream.
She had just been standing on a dark cliff brimming with darkness, and she had fallen and drowned, but all the while, she had been in this room.
But why had it felt so real? Why had it felt like she had been in that water fighting for her life which had threatened to elude her? She had almost died.
Nevaeh was confounded. She didn't understand anything.
And those snake-like things that crawled up her hands, what were they? Her eyes moved to her chest, and her heart skipped. They had burst into her chest. Was that also a dream?
The pain and heat had felt so real.
