"Arrrghhh!"
Charles let out a guttural scream, his voice piercing through the silence of the room as his eyes snapped open.
His chest heaved, breaths coming in sharp, frantic gasps.
With a pounding heart, Charles bolted upright, his body drenched in sweat, the remnants of the nightmare clinging to him like a second skin.
For a moment, Charles struggled to separate dream from reality, his mind still trapped in the horror of the accident—the cold stares, the cruel whispers, the suffocating helplessness.
Charles turned his gaze around, observing his surroundings in search of Augustine but he was nowhere to be found.
He stretched his hands over to the bedside table, grabbed his medicated glasses and as he swiftly wore them, he dived his fingers deep inside his hair while letting out a loud exhale.
'Why did I have such a weird dream?' He probed, his question directed to no one in particular.
