It was that night again. The night it happened. I could see Michael Moore clearly, above me.

I was screaming and crying, begging him to stop, but he wouldn't.

It wouldn't stop.

"Daisy!"

"No!" I yelled. "Please!"

"DAISY!"

My eyes flew open and I gasped loudly, looking up into Eli's eyes. "Shit," I coughed. I was sweaty and hot. "Bad dream."

"No shit," Eli said and slowly released my wrists. "You tried to hit me."

"Sorry," I muttered and rubbed my eyes, taking long breaths. "But you probable deserved it."

Eli ignored the last sentence. "You alright?"

"Fine."

"Liar," he scoffed and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"The nightmares...