Brianna jolted awake, her heart pounding against her ribs as the remnants of the nightmare clung to her mind like thick cobwebs. Bianca's ghostly presence had been relentless, appearing every night since her death, hounding her with accusations and pleas for revenge.
The dark circles under Brianna's eyes deepened with each passing day, to the point that she no longer recognized who the ghost between them was.
She rubbed her temples, trying to shake off the lingering dread. The infirmary was quiet, the antiseptic smell mingling with the sterile silence that hung in the air. The prison doctor, a middle-aged woman with a kind yet tired face, finished taking Brianna's vitals and made some notes on a clipboard.
"You've been having trouble sleeping. Does your eyes still hurt?" the doctor asked as she observed her pupils, her voice sounding a bit concerned.