I opened my eyes to a dark reality, waking up drenched in sweat, tangled in my sheets.
Tick. Tick.
I heard the sound of the clock indicating I'm still in the leaving realm.
"Not again!" I cried silently. Why do I keep dreaming of this accursed place? Why must I witness visions that no mortal is meant to see? I shuddered as the thunder roared its dissonant song.
I can still recall those piercing blue eyes that seemed to ignite flames within my soul. Amidst swirling tendrils of inky black smoke, he advanced a spectral figure with a menacing dagger gleaming in his grasp. His gaze was magnetic, impossible to resist. I wished to flee, yet my limbs betrayed me.
What is happening to me? Why must misfortune and terror be my constant companions?
I wanted to scream, to forget, to vanish. But reality never lets me forget.
My name is Madison.
I am cursed.
I bring doom.
My life is destined for tragedy.