MALLERY'S POV
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My own words haunt me, the way my only sister looked at me, haunts me. I see her face in my dreams, which are more like nightmares...I can't stop the terrible visions, I can't control them and every time she launches at me, I tense up and loose even more sleep. This is the third night in a row that I have been so terrified of my nightmares that I woke up, covered in a coat of sweat, my stomach flipping like it's doing gymnastics and my entire head feels messy. I wake up thinking I'm still in the woods, only to see Jason peacefully asleep next to me. He's lucky, he doesn't have the drama that comes with family. I never seen his parents, which is sad because he doesn't talk about them either. Does he have parents? Did they die? I haven't really asked him about them, but h
