Chapter 85

Esmeralda Nightmares. Despite being at peace with my new life, I was disturbed by nightmares. Nightmares during the day, nightmares during the night and even in my sleep. It haunted me everywhere I went, lurking in the dark, seeking the slightest opportunity to pounce on me. It was so real, I almost had a panic attack. No matter how I try to dismiss it, her face keeps coming to my mind. It was stuck there, I couldn't erase it. Her face, her screams, her half-dead look, her measured words, her cold stare. All of it. They lived rent-free in my head. It was so vivid, so clear, it was like I could see her. It was like I could hear her whisper those words to me every time I chose to ignore her. "Help me." It was like I could feel her cold intensive stare burning my skin each time I turned deaf ears to her pleas. It was like she was here with me. Waiting patiently for me to save her. Her fears were so primal, I could almost sniff it as if we were in the same room. And her agonizing screams?