Dark eyes... That's all Rosalynn Lambert could remember from her nightmares. Dark eyes with several sins hiding beneath them. Being a teenager with no worries, this would probably would have to be her biggest fear.
She didn't scream. She just sat in her bed, shaking uncontrollably and sweating badly. Her raven hair was tied back in a messy bun, but it was slicking against her pale skin due to her sweat.
After getting over the initial shock, she looked over to her alarm clock and sighed irritably. '6:37', it read. She might as well get up now that she was too afraid to fall asleep.
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