AMAYA'S POV
I still didn't understand what Angela's problem with me was. I understood she didn't like me and had a thing with Maxim, but I didn't understand why she kept rubbing it in my face. It hurt and was messing with my state of mind. She knew the truth, that Maxim hated me, so I saw no reason for her to keep gloating about her relationship with him. It made me want to hate her but that was a waste of emotions.
I was still trying to clear my head due to what happened when I was asleep. In my dream, I had been in an open space, hearing the voices of my parents that had died in an accident. They were telling me to be safe, to realize myself and what I was. It confused me. I was alone in the empty plot of land with mist surrounding me. The next thing I saw was a tall woman, almost at the height of seven feet, standing on the other side, calling to me, telling me it was time. Then I woke up.
