Olivia Martins

I woke to the sound of a scream.

Sharp, ragged, and full of something deeper than fear. It jolted me upright before I even knew where I was. My heart pounded as I turned, eyes adjusting to the dark.

“Victoria?” My voice cracked.

She was sitting up beside me, trembling, clutching the blanket to her chest like it was the only thing anchoring her. Her breathing came in harsh, uneven gasps, eyes wide and glassy. Tears streaked her face.

“Hey,” I said ...