Chapter 9

"Anna!" someone shook me by the shoulders.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw a blurry face. "Anna?" I blinked a few times until my vision became clear. "God, it's so hard to wake you up," Émilie added, leaning back.

I looked at her in confusion, forced myself to sit up, and looked around, realizing I was in my room.

"What happened?" My head ached, memories of the previous night filling my mind. The bonfire… Logan… Xander… the blood… him… Oh my God… I exclaimed, jumping out of bed.

"What's wrong?" Émilie asked, surprised.

"The blood… I…" I checked my clothes; I no longer had on the purple t-shirt and dark pants that I had put on before going to the bonfire. I was in pajamas. I felt totally disoriented.

"Hurry up! We're going to be late," Émilie said, standing up and then walking over to the mirror.

"Where is the blood?"

“What blood?” Émilie frowned, fixing her red hair.

"I... I was... it wasn't a nightmare, was it? I came back to my dorm last night, and there was bloo