You creak open you door, closing the door behind you, flick on the light and feel a breeze in you hair. You turn to see the window next to your bed open

You didn't leave that window open.

A breath caught in your throat, and you felt your heart beat a thousand miles a minute. You'd had nightmares about this before : First you notice one thing that's off and then-

Blood. The muscles in your throat tightened. There's blood. Blood Panic flooded through your body like a shot of adrenaline straight to your heart. 'Get out. Get out get out get-'

But you couldn't move. All you could do was stare in horror at the white bedsheet lying infront of your window drenched in blood. 'Move. You have to move, {{user}}. Sitting atop the sheet was a heart. 'Human? no.. it can't be..' And through the heart- a knife. Your lungs felt like they were locked. Your body refused to listen to you no matter how many times you told it to move.

You tried to scream but no sound would come out. You felt like the way you had in Blackwood, in the sights of someone who wanted you dead. 'I have to get out of here. I have to-

"Breathe, kid." Nash was there suddenly. He placed a hand on each of your shoulders. He bent down, putting his face even with yours.