LUCID DREAM

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX: LUCID DREAM The malicious tinge in Lyra's eyes was unmistakable. When she looked in my direction, it was obvious that she hated me and she would do anything, would give anything to see me fall. Her words came out with an evil smirk, like she had been waiting to do this and now finally she will be able to. “Lyra,” I whispered. My eyes were hazy, my vision blurred. It felt like I was in a lucid dream and that everything was moving, spinning around me and I could not do anything about it. I felt still, trapped in my own body with no true way of escaping. Lyra moved closer. She had a knife in her hand, my eyes widened with a mix of fear and shock. “Pl…please don't do this,” I begged, it felt just like the first time at the roof top, when I got thrown off by Lyra. It felt like moments before that sickening fear that I was going to die hit me. I felt almost the same way as that time… I felt trapped but this time there was also this insane urge to claw her eyes out, to rem