Autumn’s POV

The nightmare came back like it always did. It was the same place, the same cold room, the same hands that hurt me. I could feel the ropes cutting into my wrists. I could hear the laughter. I could smell the wet stone and the iron. It felt so real that I woke up gasping, my sheets wet with tears.

Maybe my hate was eating me alive. That thought terrified me. I had spent so long wanting revenge, wanting them to feel the things I felt. I had kept my heart shut for so long. I had ...