[Warning: [Please don't read this chapter for someone with a faint heart]]

Waking up, I felt my head numb. "Serena, Livie?" I called both of them and am still waiting to hear back.

Without any reply, I look around the room. It had been a while since I had been here. Seven months was it? I had gone to my room before I had transmigrated.

What was I doing here? I pondered the thought of me being in this room. Looking around, nothing seems to have changed over my disappearance. Was I in a dream? This was the only logical conclusion that I could come up with.

My room was a small six-by-eight room. With only my bed, computer, and closet. I had always loved my room, never leaving it.

Back then, my interactions with anyone were at the bare minimum. I had always preferred being alone on the computer, waiting for myself to rot away.

Now that I was here, what was I supposed to do? How do I wake up from this dream? Checking on my computer, and it didn't turn on.historical

Leaving my room, the kitchen and living room were still the same. The fridge was empty, and not much was in the room.

Going out of my apartment, I wandered around the streets, checking if something was amiss. Outside, the people were only black silhouettes. It was creepy, like one of a horror game.

Walking around, I could see two people that weren't in silhouette. Following them, I had a clear view of them.

Those were my parents... But how were they here? They weren't supposed to be here. That was impossible. Following them, a car swooped in and crashed into both of them.

Blood had splattered, leaving them down on the ground. I froze at the sight of this, unable to stop what was in front of my eyes.

"Mom! Dad!" Coming to a realization, I screamed, running over to them. Just as I approached their bodies, they had disappeared into the ground.

That was right. My parents had a car accident when I was a child. Why was I having this dream? I had always wanted this memory of mine to disappear.

"How cruel." I looked into the sky, trying to clear my thoughts. The driver of the incident was a drunk man. And from what I heard, there wasn't any punishment given.

Gazing over in the distance, a white portal appeared near my parents' death spot. Was it telling me to go to the portal? Should I go? My body couldn't help but shake, but I went in in the end.

The portal took me to a school building. It has been three years since I went into this classroom. On the side, I could see a few people punching a kid to the ground. This happened during my first year in high school.

That's right. They were bullying a kid in my class. No one in the class spoke up, and no one bothered to help the kid.

The next thing that happened was the kid diving out the window and dying because he fell on his head.

Because of this, our school's reputation dipped down, and the students involved were expelled, and the teacher of the student and principal were laid off.

Looking at the dead body, I felt nothing. That was how I mostly felt. Ever since my parents died, I had shunned everyone around me.

The bullies that tried to pick on me couldn't because I was highly petty. Just because I was alone didn't mean I could be picked on.

I couldn't understand why I was having these dreams with everything happening. All of them involved the death of someone. I'm pretty sure I wasn't homicidal or got anything off doing so.

After the kid's death, another portal appeared right before me. My unease that I felt earlier had returned.

Going back in, it was the scene of my parents again. With me unable to stop their death, this time, something had changed.

Olivia's face had appeared on the bodies of both my parents. What kind of sickening nightmare was this?

Olivia's face was filled with hatred. She looked at me like I was to be blamed for everything. My heart, which was usually stone cold, cracked at this sight.

My breathing became more complicated, and my heart tightened, beating fast. Returning to the school, the dead child's face morphs into Olivia's face again.

"It's all your fault!" Olivia had spoken with pure hatred.

"Fuck off!" I screamed as I kicked the head away, then hyperventilating at what just transpired.

What kind of sick joke was this? Was it telling me something? What did I do to deserve this? Fuck!

After kicking the head, the place where I was had changed again. This time, all I could see was red. The feeling of hate-filled the room that I was in.

Olivia, whose face was twisted, was staring at me, muttering the exact words repeatedly. How do I stop this? That was my only thought seeing this scene.

"It's all your fault."

"It's all your fault."

"It's all your fault."

Finally, Olivia, muttering all those, had stabbed me in the chest. If it got me away from here, I would be happy to get stabbed to death.

With me getting repetitively stabbed, the scene had changed again. Olivia, who was with me, was running away from something. We were in a forest, escaping from something.

Suddenly I could see someone's magic piercing Olivia by her chest. Looking at me one last time before she died, "It's all your fault."

Why was this happening? Why couldn't I wake up? The scene in front of me was happening over and over again. Was Olivia going to die?

If so, why? She didn't deserve to die. My parents and the kid back from school also didn't deserve to die.

I couldn't help but think, how do I save her? I would do my best to save her if this were the case.