"Nora, do you really think you are as smart as your sister here? How could you even think of participating in the competition?"
"You should be grateful that I am even caring for you! I hated you so much that I wish to throw you in the garbage every day. It is only because of Sara, your sister cares so much for you..."
"Why can you not just die? All I want is for you to die, but you keep living and reminding me of my miserable life with that man!"
Eleanora's eyes snapped open as the woman in her dream raced towards her with a knife raised. Drenched in cold sweat, she whimpered, expecting to feel the stab of a knife.
It took her a moment, as she clutched the bedsheet under her that she was somewhere else. Frowning, she tried to think where she was. Had she lost her memory again? This was not her room. No, if she'd lost her memory again, she would not have remembered losing her memory previously. So...