Chapter 38

A few days have passed since I made up with Grayson. Each day I texted and called Eli, and each day I received no response. I have class with him today, so hopefully we can speak in public to work through this conflict. Each night was a sleepless one filled with the same nightmares. In every single scenario, no matter where I was or what I did in my dream, it always ended with Grayson dying. Whether his head was chopped off, a stake was stabbed through his heart, he was pushed off of a building- he always ended up dead. I also always ended up waking in tears. Once I was awake, I became aware that the dreams weren't real, regardless of how real they felt to me. It didn't make things any easier. Grayson is starting to get suspicious. Even Cooper has said something about me "looking worse than the undead." I try and brush off my lack of sleep and avoid the situation entirely. I continue drinking copious amounts of coffee, even more than usual. I've become a jittery mess, and I constantly