Viviana's POV

John, his body drenched in blood, had his hands wrapped tightly around my neck.

My breath slipped away, inch by inch, my throat emitting a guttural, anguished rasp.

"Ah!"

I suddenly jerked awake, drenched in sweat.

My clothes clung to me, soaked through from the cold sweat of a nightmare.

I blinked, trying to focus. The soft pink-and-white sheets. The warm brown wallpaper. The few unfinished books ...