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"SARAH!" I jolted up as I screamed her name. She was dead. That thing had… I took in my surroundings, and after a confused moment, I realized I was back in my bed. The lamp next to me illuminated the room in a dim light, and there was a note on top of my phone. I'm going home to let you sleep. Text me or call me when you're up so I know you're alright. ~Sarah I pulled the note to my chest, squeezing it to me as if it were Sarah herself. It had been a dream. A horrible dream. She was safe and there was nothing to worry about. Just woke up. I stared at my phone, waiting for it to light up with the notification. I considered calling, but I didn't want to be too clingy, I didn't want to push Sarah away because of my own issues. Still, as I waited I could feel my chest tightening, terrifi