Chapter 1:
Rozalyn sat up strait in lit still grasping her covers, gasping for air as her cœur, coeur raced. She tried her best to forget the horrible nightmare but it was like having a movie on replay when toi are the main character. Nightmares were like warnings to her, to quit her dream, to not ever do a movie but since in her waking hours she was ok with horror films and books, she always just made herself forget. The nightmares were just mean jokes her head played again and again. She was always alone. To her the dreams of watching people she knows ou seen at school and sometimes accueil was simply...
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