Elle
I woke up at three am in a sweaty panic. The dream I had was intense and scary. I was running through woods, my swollen belly in front of me and heavy. It was hard to breathe, but the fear kept my feet going forward. Something was chasing me, and I had to get away.
I called out for Everett in my dream, but I could only hear the snaps of twigs of my pursuers. Suddenly I felt a pain rip through my torso and I fell forward; my hands smashing into the rough forest floor as I tried to stop from landing on my stomach. Rocks and sticks cut open my palms, and pain shot through my knees.
Before I could catch my breath to cry out, I felt two hands grab my shoulders and yank me back. I opened my mouth to scream, but a cold hand clamped tightly over it as it dragged me back into the
