Chapter

I jumped up on my bed and breathed heavily. I clutch my heart that's still pounding hardly on my chest. A few drops of tears dropped on the blanket that is wrapped around me. I touched my cheeks and realized that I've been crying on my sleep. I wiped my face with my hand and shook my head. I couldn't close my eyes. I was afraid that I might see Inggrid's wounded state or myself in the dream again. Ever since I escaped, I wasn't able to sleep without seeing Inggrid bloody and beaten in my dreams. Sleeping became a nightmare to me. Even if I am awake, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about Inggrid. "Was she hurt? Was she identified as the suspect for my escape? Did she replace my position in the pack?" Those thoughts would always enter my head and disturb my peace. The only way that I can do to have a peace of mind is to go back there and see Inggrid's state by myself. Which I wouldn't be able to do. Call me selfish, but if it means that I won't see my past again, so be it. I was con