There, another nightmare, where the same thing happened over and over again. He had been reviving this horrendous scene for so many nights, where he could feel her disgusting hands on him, recalling what she whispered into his ears. Her disgusting scent, her repulsing laughter, her sickening voice… kept replaying in his mind and he couldn't get rid of it.
Sometimes, they would even get louder.
Will suddenly opened his eyes and caught the hand that tried to touch him. He could sense it, because of their presence, he could wake up from that dreadful moment in his head.
He was about to turn violent against whoever this person that was trying to touch him, yet their scent hit him before he could do anything detrimental. It was a familiar scent he was fond of.
"Will…" Hanna called his name, she looked surprised to see the hostility in his eyes, but then her lips split into a beautiful grin. "Good afternoon. You overslept."
