ACYN
I looked down and saw her thrashing around on the bed frantically, clawing at someone who wasn’t there, her face grimaced in sheer terror. What the hell was happening to her?
As I watched her nightmare continue, I realized that this time, me being here was different- this was real and not in her dream. I was being allowed to witness this, but why? Was I supposed to gain some insight into who she is?
“Wha-what did I ever d-do to you to deserve this Tristan,” she cried out, still sleeping.
Whoever he was, he was the cause of her night terror. She was reliving something that happened, something he did to her. The anger that responded to that revelation was unlike anything I had felt before.
I felt my blood boiling, my breathing increasing, and I could feel my
