Chapter 198

Of all her nightmares, that one was the most terrifying. She still couldn't decipher if she'd dreamed about the second part or if it was real. She digs her head deeper into the fluff of her pillow, the weight of her exhaustion only now settling in. 'It was just a dream.' She chants, willing her muscles to relax until her eyes fall on the bathroom door. It was open. Her heart jumps at that, and she springs to a sitting position, checking her body and the pieces of scratched wood from where she'd been gripping the window in her second dream, confirming her fear. Had it been real? But how had she gotten back into bed? She remembers everything fading into darkness after she'd dragged herself back into the room. In her panic, she rushes to grab a mirror from her bedside drawer and check her neck. There was nothing there other than the dampness from sweat. She falls back, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She felt tears brimming in her eyes again, her nose stinging. Marisol felt like she