TWO WEEKS LATER
"Hannah, save me! Save me! I don't want to die!"
"Leave me! I'm sorry."
"I didn't do it. I've been framed. I've been framed, Hannah!!!"
"No! No! No!" Liam's cold hands brought me back to my reality. I hugged him tightly before jerking off.
What was wrong with me? Why was I having those nightmares? I didn't kill him. Someone else did, so why am I troubled? I would have saved him if I had the opportunity. I rushed to the table and poured myself a cup of cold water.
"Are you alright?" Liam asked worriedly.
"Yes.....yes."
"Still having those nightmares?"
"How did.....never mind."
"You sure you don't wanna see a doctor?"
"I'm alright. Why do you keep asking these questions? Plus, if you're worried, you won't let your ex-girlfriend stay in your house."
"What does Diana have to do with your nightmares?" He asked innocently.