HANNAH
I jolted awake, swallowing back the scream bubbling up in my throat. The bedside lamp was turned all the way on, sending a soft glow of light through the room, but the images in my head were much clearer.
I choked on a sob. The only sounds in the room were my rapid, alarmed breathing and the ticking of a clock. I swallowed and tried to slow my heart rate down.
It was hard, especially when I could still see the thick spray of blood pouring from the hole in the guard's head and still hear the masked man say, 'Is she the one?' and then 'He's useless to us. Kill him.'
I could still see the fingers taking up the slack on the trigger and still hear the choked bangs of the guns.
Even now, it was hard to believe I had just had a dream. It was just as clear as the attack. I was just as
