10: The choices made

“Jaclyn! You need to come downstairs or the soup will get cold!” mama’s tiny voice penetrates my almost unconscious mind.

My eyes snap open and I find myself alone, with no trace of Dane anywhere in the shower or bathroom. I look down at my hands, that had blood all over it earlier and the floor, but I see no stain trail anywhere. 

I gasp for air and slump against the bathroom wall. I drop on the cold wet floor, terrified to death and trembling uncontrollably. 

Was it a dream? Because I’m here in the shower unharmed. 

It felt so real. 

I’ve had nightmares of Dane before, but none of them felt this real and affected me this way.

He meant it. He hasn’t finished with me yet.

Gaining a little control over my trembling body, I reach for my towel hanging on the wall and wrap it around my body before stepping out. 

I sit in the dining chair six minutes later, and mama passes