Blair

He always said he'd come for me again one day, I was just hoping I'd never actually live to see it happen.

"It's time to open your eyes, little one," his voice gently brushes my earlobe but I still don't want to believe this is real, it can't be. I frequently have nightmares that I always wake up from, but this one is different. I don't think I can wake up this time.

"Look at me Blair," he demands.

"You're not real. This isn't real," I whisper through closed eyes.

"The more you fight it, the worse it will get," he coldly states. I choke back the dryness in my mouth as my eyes begrudgingly flutter open only to have them widen immediately. I look around and realize that I'm not even in my hotel room next to my physical body, I am standing in the middle of the street about three blocks away from where I fell asleep.

I don't know how I got here...but I know that I'm not alone.