HOPE
My head rests in a lap as fingers drift through my hair, slowly and rhythmic. It was accompanied by a slow deep voice singing.
The voice me from the murk of dreams.
When I open my eyes, Jeremy sits on the edge of the bed, close enough to touch but still giving me space. His fingers gently brush the hair from my face.
"It's just a nightmare," he murmurs.
I blink, adjusting to the dim light spilling from the room. The look in his eyes is something between devastation and guilt.
"You're fine. It's just a nightmare."
"I saw her, Jer. The Doppelgänger those guys talked about. She's fucking real and... and she made me play a game... I was going to die." My voice quivers as tears streak down my face.
I've probably never been this scared before.
