Arabella's P.O.V

It had been a week since the big elimination, meaning a whole week of my isolation from the outside world. The only person I saw was Flo, I even turned Wyatt and Rory away.

The guilt was consuming me. I had nothing to feel guilty about but clearly Astrid felt different.

Every night, every damn night I had the same recurring dream.

It was Astrid, headless, and I was forced to sit there and listen as she blamed me over and over again. Her lover would die from heartbreak, he blamed me too, and then Hardin would be the one to kill Astrid as I watched.

My mind...