After a couple of deep breaths, I was finally calm enough. I stood up, hurried over to the bathroom, and bathed, hoping the water could wash away the dream. As much as I would like for it to be a dream, it felt like back when I had the dream of my parent's murder. It felt like a memory or a sign that it was going to happen. My heart started beating fast against my chest once again. I held my chest with one hand and took a couple of deep breaths. Everything will be okay. I don't have to worry about anything, I have the pack with me, and I have Nate. Everything will be okay.
I stayed under the water for a while, just trying to calm my nerves down. When I finally felt like I was okay, I got out of the shower, dried myself off, brushed my teeth, and wore something nice. I decided to go for b
