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remember finding my seat much less talking to this guy, which I should have remembered because…
    Eyes!
    "Oh, yeah." I don't want to offend him and not remember his name. I guess a simple thing like that can wait. "Where's Marcy?"
    "Gone." He comes over with a glass full of water in his hand and offers it to me. "Drink this." I take it and flinch when my left hand touches the cool glass. When I look down, I see exactly what I was supposed to remember. My palm is bleeding.
    "Lucien?" My eyes start to roll back in my head because blood . Everything feels funny. I feel light and my vision tunnels.
    "Yes, Lucien." He grabs my face again. He really should stop that. "I'm Lucien. What's going on?"
    I hear the glass shatter on the floor.
    I'm pretty sure I'm passing out.
    "Hart says hi."

Chapter Five
     
    I WAKE UP IN A DARK ROOM . I know it's my room because the TV is on HGTV—the only channel I watch to sleep. Don't judge. My bed is soft. My covers warm. Everything's normal.
    Normal. Such a strange word.
    I remember everything. Hart. Lucien. My hand.
    My hand!
    I roll over and pull the cord on my lamp. It doesn't give off an insane amount of light, but it'll do. I put my hand under it and just keep staring. No blood. No stitches. No wound. My hand looks like a hand. Plain and boring. Nothing. Not even a scratch.
    "What in the world?" I whisper and roll over on my back, taking my cell phone with me. Had it all been a dream? Every bit of it? Hart I understood because Hart is Hart and is in my head every night. But the other stuff? School and Lucien and the girl?
    No… I couldn't have dreamed all of that. It felt so real. If it was, this was a totally new level of crazy. If I believed the dream, that meant I was beginning to question reality. What was real and what wasn't.
    I can't let that happen, because I know what will come next when I start questioning. The good doctor already has my room waiting for me. Padded walls and white jackets. I never look good in white.
    My phone screen lights up. August 29 is the date. Yesterday was the 28th. So, either I spent the day in my bed sleeping or… Or what? Was there an or ? Was there really a possibility of Hart being real and gaining the ability to stab me? Sure, he stabbed me all the time, but those wounds always stayed in the dream. This one came out with me.
    I bled. I actually bled.
    Or did I?
    I fall back on my pillows. My head is pounding, and I need medicine fast. Apparently, I didn't take my medicine all day yesterday. If I did, I sure don't remember. So I'm off schedule and crazy to boot. Not a good sign.
    @tinaM What are you doing up so late?
    Late? What time was it? The clock on my phone reads 3:42 a.m.
    There were many, many reasons.
    @sullyGray I could ask you the same question.
    When one doubts her own sanity, it's best to just pretend everything is okay and/or throw questions back at another person. Because that works so well. God, it has to work for me. At least until I figure all of this out.
    @tinaM Studying
    @sullyGray Uh-huh
    I have to laugh because Tina isn't the most studious person. She loves to tell me that she'd rather have her eyes poked out by her kids than study. I've had my eyes poked out by Hart. It doesn't compare.
    @sullyGray So… um… can I ask you a question?
    She's going to think I'm stupid or nuts or both. This is exactly why I don't tell Tina anything, because I don't want to lose her as a friend. Heck, I don't even want to tell the boyfriend.
    @tinaM As long as it isn't about math or algebra or history or school, you can.
    @sullyGray That narrows it down
    @tinaM You're stalling, and I have to sleep. What's up?
    My fingers hover over the keyboard. There are so many things I want to say. So many things I need to say, but I'm afraid. I don't want to lose her. I don't know her from Adam, and she doesn't know me. Not really. If I tell her about the dreams, especially last night's, she may never want to talk to me again. And I need her. I hate to