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I woke up with another round of the same distressing dream, drenched in sweat and short of breath. I calmed myself by doing the breathing exercises and when I finally got control over my senses, I turned to look at the clock. It was five-thirty in the morning. I had thirty more minutes to sleep.
I put my head down on the soft pillow and closed my eyes daringly. Next ten minutes I spend only tossing and turning to the side in bed. All my mind was capable of doing was remembering my family. It only leads to me crying for hours. I didn't want my day to start with red, puffy eyes. Besides that, crying was not going to help my situation at all.
I still haven't come up with any plans on destroying the devil's kingdom. I knew that my chances of getting the evidence and reporting them to authorities were very slim because I was a guest on this earth for a few more weeks only. But I had to try. I knew I had to.