Skylar's POV

I gasped heavily, rubbing my eyes with the back of my palm. I had thought the night to be a wonderful one but I was wrong. Getting chased by your worst nightmare is something unbearable but, watching your nightmare kill, that's something more worst to bear.

I sighed in frustration, heading down for a hot coffee wishing it would be of great help to erase my weird dream. Today is another day to gather more flowers and the other one Donald had asked me to get.

Just yesterday, Crystal's father told me where to find it. Although he had said they were somehow good as the calendula, on...