Jessica's pov

I slammed my bedroom door shut and sighed sinking against it.

I just can't get the images out my head.

Derek ripping my family apart as I scream for him to stop, as he licks the blood from his claws and smirks lunging.

That was only one of the many nightmares I had been forced to endure in my sleep.

They all had the bandaged man in it too.

'Jess.' I heard and I sighed.

Derek.

'Jess it's me.' He said and I rolled my eyes

'Are you sure it isn't Santa?' I asked sarcastically and he turned the door knob but then let it go.

'I'm sorry.' I whisper

'Don't be. I heal.' I could hear him smirking and I sighed again opening the door a crack and peeping my head through to look at him.

He stayed silent.

'Derek I'm loosing my mind.' I said bluntly and he inhaled

'No, your healing.' He said and I shut the door

'I'm loosing my mind.' I repeated and then I hear footsteps getting fainter.

I closed my eyes for a second and went to the bathroom but when I came back Derek was sat on my bed.

'Woah!' I gasped in shock and he smirked while I sighed walking to my bed and laying down on it.

I felt a hand brush over my cheek and tuck a piece of hair around my ear.

'You'll be ok Jess.' He whispered but I still looked at the wall, tears threatening.

I'm worried that I will go back to my old self.
The self I was before Derek. Sad all the time.

'I hope so.....'