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I shot up, screaming my lungs out.
I looked around. I was in my bed, in my bedroom. Alone.
My forehead dripped with sweat and my hands shook, but other than that, I was all right. It had been a nightmare. Just a nightmare. I took a deep breath and tried calming down.
Untangling the sheets from my legs, I hopped off my bed and walked into my bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face.
It had been two nights since the attack from the masked men, and only now I was having nightmares filled with them? Why not the previous night too?
Not able to sleep anymore, I ate breakfast, not really tasting anything. I took a shower, put on some clothes, and went to the dance studio. I didn’t have classes until later that morning, but it was better than staying home and letting my mind wander. Or r
