London:
I jolted awake, opening my blue eyes as my heart pounded heavily and sweat profusely tricked down my forehead. The remnants of the dream still cling to my consciousness, a haunting echo of something I can't quite grasp.
It happened again. The same freaking flashes of an accident and that same voice that hunted me were back and clearer than ever before. I could see those very faces that looked familiar; they were saying something, but I couldn't hear them because it felt like I was falling into a deep space. My voice was screaming out to them, but not a word was audible.
The soft, hazy light of dawn seeped into my room, and the air was still as the gentle rustle of curtains swayed in the morning breeze. My breath came in ragged gasps, and I clutched the sheets, trying to steady
