These dreams had been happening for the last month without end. It didn't matter what pills she took or what remedies she tried. The nightmares haunted her relentlessly, night after night.
Her room was decently sized, a significant upgrade from where her family had lived before.
Thanks to all the money she'd made tutoring Ethan, she had been able to put some of it to use moving her family out of the trench quarters they used to live in, and into a better place in the mid-class district.
Now she worked as an assistant at Belsorth Academy, and combined with her father's pay as a tutor in another academy, they were able to afford the rent to keep this place for the foreseeable future.
Bettie walked quietly into the small bathroom attached to her room and closed the door behind her. She turned on the faucet and let the water run for a moment before cupping her hands and splashing water onto her face.
