Bryan's POV

I don't know what the hell happened to me but I knew it was a nightmare. It was one of those nightmares that are scary and hard to remember after waking up with sweats all over.

Those were the type of nightmares I used to have during Helena's first few months of death. I always wake up without a single memory of how the nightmare went.

But the feeling was horrible. I always feel a deep shit of anger and pain and fright in me and I usually spend the day trying so hard to recall what happened.

After a while, I got rid of it but when...