Amber Mikelson
Five days, five days were left for the stupid Carnival. But that was not my biggest worry. My biggest worry walked in the cafe with an alarm like bell on the door. Earlier I thought Ian was brooding and dark, definitely good looking but now since I have seen him in my dreams I saw him in a different light.
For the first time in ten years I can remember a dream.
I was trying to pick up a knife but my hands trembled. In front of me was a girl with heavy head injury, another boy lay in the dark lifeless. I choke on my saliva as I noticed a tall silhouette walk towards me. The knife clatter to the ground with too much noise as the tall shadow hit my hand and I bite my lips to prevent the scream.
I do not want to give him the satisfaction.
“You are so f*****g powerless.” The
