Of all her nightmares, that one was the most terrifying. She still couldn't decipher if she'd dreamed about the second part or if it was real.

She digs her head deeper into the fluff of her pillow, the weight of her exhaustion only now settling in.

'It was just a dream.' She chants, willing her muscles to relax until her eyes fall on the bathroom door. It was open.

Her heart jumps at that, and she springs to a sitting position, checking her body and the pieces of scratched ...