Revenge of the Secret Heir

Twin Painting

Simon woke up from his dream. His lungs felt like it was about to burst from the lack of air. His body was covered in sweat making his shirt and the sheets wet.

“What the fuck was that?” He closed his eyes while he was still gasping for air.

What he saw in his dream ws so vivid it almost felt like it was fucking real.

“Shit!” He rubbed his face with his palm. He needed to get his witd collected or else he’ll end up in an institution.

It has been days since that dream came. It was more likely a nightmare, except the part were monsters in it. In his dream, he’s not dealing with monsters, he’s dealing with actually people. The same people who wanted him dead.

And the weird part was the painting. There were two paintings in his dream, exact replica of wach other.

“What the fuck does that dream means?” Simon asked himself as he stared at his own reflection at the mirror in his bathroom.

He hasn’t told Federico yet about his dream, he’ll definitely sound like an idoit if he’s going