Through The Dreamscape의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

Scarlett felt herself slipping from deep sleep into something else, like falling but not falling. When her eyes opened, she was standing in Crestwood Academy's cafeteria. But everything looked weird—too bright, too clear, like someone had turned up the color on a TV.A smile spread across her face. She knew what this was. A dream. Her dream.All the weight she'd been carrying around all day just disappeared, replaced by this buzzing feeling in her chest. This was her escape. Here, she didn't have to be the quiet girl who hid in corners or pretended she couldn't hear people talking about her. Here, she got to make the rules.She spotted Claire Bennett's table right away—the one in the corner where she always sat with her little group of followers. Brittany, Lila, and Ava were all there, laughing their perfect little laughs like they owned the whole world. Their voices carried across the cafeteria, making Scarlett's skin crawl.Her stomach got tight, but this time she didn't look away l

The next dayScarlett woke up feeling... different. For the first time in forever, she didn't feel like she'd been hit by a truck. That weird dream with the white-haired guy and all his cryptic stuff was still there, somewhere in the back of her mind, but she felt weirdly okay. No dark circles, no aching muscles. It was almost creepy how normal she felt. *So this is what normal feels like.* She stretched and looked out her window. Sunlight was peeking through the curtains, making her tiny bedroom feel warm and cozy. She could hear her mom humming downstairs in the kitchen. Everything felt... calm. When she dragged herself to the kitchen, her mom turned around. "Morning, sleepyhead." Her mom paused, looking at her closely. "You look better today. Sleep good?" Scarlett hesitated. "Yeah, I guess. Didn't really dream much." Her mom smiled. "Good. You need more nights like that." Scarlett just nodded and grabbed an apple before heading out. The walk to school was same as always. The

At school, Scarlett could feel Claire's eyes on her the moment she walked into the hallway. The queen bee was leaning against her locker, watching her like a hawk watches its prey."Well, well," Claire's voice rang out, sweet like poison. "Someone's looking brighter than usual." She pushed off the locker, taking a few steps closer. Her perfect blonde hair bounced with each step, and her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Did something good happen, Scarlett? Or are you just pretending again?"Scarlett kept walking, eyes down, counting the tiles on the floor. One, two, three... anything to keep her mind off Claire's voice."Oh, so now you're too good to talk to me?" Claire's sweet tone turned sharp. "Bet you're just imagining things getting better. God, you're so pathetic."The words bounced off Scarlett today. She thought about meeting Liam after school, and somehow, that made Claire's voice sound more like annoying background noise than anything else.When the final bell rang, Scarlett jum

Scarlett woke up with her head pounding. His words wouldn't leave her alone, echoing over and over: "I helped unlock something that was already there. The rest? That's all you, dear Scarlett. All you." She groaned, pressing her palms against her eyes. Everything felt heavy - her body, her thoughts, even the air around her. Yesterday's events kept playing in her mind like a broken record: Claire's bruised neck, the way she'd flinched away, the fear in her eyes... "It couldn't have been me," Scarlett whispered to her empty room. "It was just a dream. Just a stupid dream." But even as she said it, she knew she was lying to herself. Those bruises had matched her dream perfectly - every mark, every shadow of pain she'd inflicted in her sleep. She dragged herself out of bed, feeling like she hadn't slept at all. Downstairs, she could hear her mom moving around in the kitchen. Guilt twisted in her stomach as she remembered how she'd snapped at her yesterday. Her mom was at the stove wh

"It's time we talk." The words sliced through the dream's gentle atmosphere like a blade. Scarlett felt the warmth of her previous dream with Liam dissolving, replaced by something colder, more dangerous. She found herself staring into Lucien's eyes - gray as winter storm clouds and just as unpredictable. His white hair seemed to capture and reflect the dream-light, creating an ethereal halo that made him look both beautiful and terrifying. Something deep in her brain, some ancient survival instinct, screamed *danger* with every passing second. "What do you want from me?" She was surprised by how steady her voice sounded, given how her heart was racing. Lucien's lips curved into that infuriating smirk she was beginning to recognize. He reached out, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face. His touch was cold, sending shivers down her spine that weren't entirely from fear. "Tell me, Scarlett," he said, dropping his hand but maintaining that intense gaze. "Do you know what you